Yevgeny Zamyatin. We (№ 154307)

Through the wall to the left: in front of the mirrored closet door, a woman hastily unzips unifo. And for a second, vaguely: eyes, lips, two sharp pink ovaries. Then falls the curtain, in me all yesterday, and I don't know what "last one", and I don't want, don't want to! I want one: I. I want her every minute, every minute, always with me - only with me.