The first time we met, he confused me with a stripper and started pestering me. The second time, he invited me to become his fictitious wife. “Are you completely gone yet?” How are there no problems?! - I shout, throwing the veil I took off at him. “I wasn’t ready for such news.” “Quiet,” he growled. - You and I are in a hotel, not in the tundra, there are extra ears everywhere. By the way, it’s our wedding night. — Are your relatives sitting outside the door, waiting for bloody sheets? — I snorted. “What bloody sheets?” On the wedding night they have sex, not stabbing. And you should scream in a horizontal position with pleasure,” he winks at me brazenly.