Michael Weller. Legends of Nevsky prospect (№ 187048)

- It's too late, she said, being careful that this time the door is properly locked.
- I don't drink, she refused and slammed the glass of brandy.
- I was more in love with literature, she warned, gently stroking the direct admission on the cheek.
- I will never be yours, - she swore, helping direct admission to undress her.