Book: More about the line

Damn tired of waiting and asked him:
- Let's flip from your heart of ambition: it's a small you...
- Well, well! said Ivan with a sigh, ' get him from me...
The devil approached him and touched a hand to his chest, quickly withdrew his hand away. Ivan felt a sharp, but pleasant stitches, similar to what is accompanied by the extraction of splinters from the finger.
But really it does not hurt... - he said relieved Ivan. - Let me see how I ambition something...
The devil stretched out his hand and in the palm of her Ivan saw something colorless, small, wrinkled, like treecko, which for a long time I was dusting.
Watched Ivan on his ambition and, with a sigh, quietly said:
You know... I remember that it's still a piece of my heart... sorry!