I scream with all my might... Damn! I don't scream - I moan! I don’t push away, I press. I don't scratch, I caress. I don’t hit, I convulsively wrap my arms and legs around the wall, like poison ivy with tenacious bindweeds. I don’t kick, I bend over. Not from him - towards him! Fate? Trouble? Life? Death... He is my death! I want it. The dark prince, the demon of the night from the damned dream! With inflated self-esteem, callous character, sinful body, twilight soul, black heart... All the vices that I do not accept are combined in Andrei and it is to him that I long to belong. Tempter, ruler, enslaver...