When you were dealing with a person separated from everybody by an invisible thick glass wall - like a bubble where he didn't let anybody in - every little thing mattered.
Two months and then he'll find another toy? Nellie was right. What is going to happen to me after?
Arina had no idea what she wanted except that she wanted to be with him.
He was sure: no one had ever caused her to feel that before. It felt like playing with fire.
You ran away from me and I'm not used to people running away from me.
He wanted Arina This thought filled her body with happiness. She was crazy!
Arina still remembered his hands holding her tight, not letting her escape.
Looking at him felt like a torment. Her heart was beating faster with every second, trying to jump out of her chest. Fear and desire, before unknown, were coming over her like strong, powerful waves, breaking somewhere below her waist.
He didn't like personal questions. But, to be fair, he never really asked them either.
The only thing remaining was to hang Arina in the Louvre like the Mona Lisa and forget that she was alive.
He studied her tastes and reactions - in food, sex, or music - as if he were drawing a map of the continent that he had just discovered.
What was she - a fool?! It was obvious that men like Maxim Korshun would always be separated from girls like Arina with a silk ribbon. Their place was on the red carpet. Arina's place was at her vet clinic, with her cats.
He seemed to be playing hide and seek with himself. It was impossible to understand what he wanted, why he ran after her there, in the street.
Do I care about pleasure? Yes. But I don't believe in happiness.
You are one of those rare women who look beautiful when they cry.
I've already let you go twice. I'm not going to do it the third time. You know that, right?
She wanted to love him so much that it was almost unbearable.
