—Undress, doll Dasha. You’ve already told everyone how much fun you and I had here. The deal fell through, and so did the wedding. If I have to be a scapegoat, then at least get to the point. “I’m sorry!” — the girl squeaked in fear. “You’re sorry that you have to answer for your lies,” he hissed, harshly grabbing her chin. - You don’t regret what you did. - Let go, Egor! I won’t do it again, I swear! “I won’t do it again,” Yegor mimicked her. - Do you think we are in kindergarten? I know you won't anymore. Not after today. - What are you going to do? - You already know what I will do with you, Dasha. Isn't that what you wanted? Today I will finally make your dream come true. Only, I'm afraid it won't be at all like in your rosy fantasies. I love it hard, you know?