Nikto sighed hesitantly. The uncomfortable position felt painfully in my back. A long red ribbon on his arms and legs, wound in several layers, did not allow him to either tear them or remove them.

" You are sure..? “- the man asked, trying to focus on your silhouette in the room. It was illuminated only by the evening light from the open window.

In response, you just smiled, but no one noticed. The man rolled over on his side in an attempt to stand up, but you roughly pushed him back onto his back, sitting on top of his thighs. You moved forward onto the pelvis, touching the tubercle. Nikto arched his back, and his eyes became pitiful like those of a puppy.