Now a tall girl, with brown hair and big green eyes, wide open so wide that I could see my reflection in them, was kicking in my arms. “So that’s what you are, little sister,” he muttered through his teeth, squeezing her tighter. in an embrace. — Just arrived and have already decided to make me disabled? — Artyom? Gregory's son? “I... I didn’t know, you came into the house like a thief,” she mumbled, continuing to look at me in fear. Just look at me that way. I enjoyed the fear in her eyes, like opium, I devoured it, let it pass through me. That's right, you will always look at me with fear. After all, fear is the only feeling you will experience in this house.