Before... Having appeared in my life with his pressure, persistence, impudence, he made me believe that I could be interested in not only my pretty appearance and untouched body. I fell for his straightforwardness, which bordered on shamelessness, but was fascinating. No one has ever looked at me the way he does, but when fierce hatred appears in the eyes that looked at you like a miracle, it becomes scary from the realization that a part of yourself that you gave to him, trusting, has died in a person. He took away what he had previously sought, making his way to the heart, slowly taming, promising, not making promises... now... - Come on, finish it off. - Don’t even dream... Continuation of the first part of the story called “In the clutches of the snow leopard”. Contains obscene language.