Everything happened as if in slow motion. Angelica stood up, stretched lazily, like a cat that had been awakened from a sweet sleep, and, lowering her dress, turned to Michael. A sly smile was imprinted on her face, she looked at him as if she had just taken possession of him in a Chevrolet. Holding his breath, he watched in fascination the amazing metamorphosis. He expected anything - a violent stream of tears, hysterics, furious tirades, even assault... but not this. Contains obscene language.