“Lyudmila could not speak, she was still in pain, but she forced herself to smile, knowing from experience that this is one of the ways to pretend to be happy. He walked up to her and hugged her, roughly loosening her hair, cascading over her shoulders and bare chest. When he leaned towards her and began to caress her, she closed her eyes, trying to stop trembling, trembling of anger and excitement... He could not help himself and kissed her fiercely. And the more she lost control of herself, the more his desire turned into a mixture of lust and anger. He wanted her, but at the same time he wanted to punish her for every moment of passionate languor that her body aroused in him. Suddenly she appeared before him as she had always been - just a whore, a witch, a vicious seductress who had lured her father into her network as easily as she was now trying to take possession of him.