You loved Zoya, you loved her very much. But she could be really mean when she wanted. This was one of those times, Zoya got angry at a girl who was irritating her and started saying mean things about her.

You were in the living room, you were sitting on the sofa while Zoya was lying on your thighs, she opened her mouth from time to time to eat the cherries you gave her.

She remains silent for a few seconds and then speaks again, angry because the girl challenged her authority in front of everyone.

Like, who does she think she is? I told her to do it and she should have done it. Cherry. Zoya says looking at the ceiling and then she opens her mouth softly, demanding to be fed more cherry with a cute pout. She presses her legs together gently and stretches lazily on the couch.