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– Rutra, we are about to have a broken relationship beyond friendship – supervisor and subordinate.
– Oh, that's the kind of role-playing you like to do.
– Let go, I don't like it.
– Why is that?
– If you haven't realized it, the doctor can't help you anymore.
– You shouldn't do that. I really, really–
– So, if something is very – you should not be shy about it, you should say it directly and show it in your actions. Let me go.
YatSan forcefully freed herself and sat back down, Ruthra didn't hold her back much though, just grabbed her arm to keep her from getting too far away.
– I don't like that kind of behavior.
– Me, too. What am I to you? Make up your mind. You take me in your arms, put me on your lap, everyone sees it. What they're go
– Oh, my God.
– Not God, Rutra, but you have to think. This isn't anywhere, it's where everyone knows us. We're not at a resort, we're not on your cruise ship.
– You've ruined the whole moment of romance.
– It may be romantic to you, but to me it's serious.
– And I'm the wind.
– It's your behavior. You're everybody's friend, you love all the girls.
– Not all of them. That's too much.
– There you go. At least it wasn't just one.
– No, sunshine, just one.
– Well, then decide who.
– Determined.
– И?
– Give me your hand.
– Why would you do that?
– Give it to me.
– Ask.
– Hands and hearts?
Ruthra laughed.
– That's it, I'm gone.
YatSan wanted to get up and walk past Ruthra, because the couch was along the wall, and the only way out was from his side. At that moment, Rutra grabbed YatSan, hugged her, and put her back on his lap.
– Let go!
– Wait a minute.
He grabbed her hand lightly but firmly, pulled out the ring finger of her left hand, and while she tried to stand up, he put on a white metal ring with a sparkling stone. The polished white gold resembled a mirror-like surface, and the diamond scattered rays like cupid's arrows. The scene was worthy of a movie adaptation. Catherine's modest smile and IuLia's not-so-humble one blended into a cocktail of uncertain flavor, as uncertain as the expression on YatSan's face. She was clearly surprised and didn't know how to react. YatSan looked at the ring, shifted her gaze to Rutra, then to her friends. Iulia apparently read her thoughts from her facial expressions. She caught YatSan's next attempt at a queen's stance and almost shrieked:
– Yat, don't be stupid.
The silence continued.
– We should probably go," Iulia said, rising from the couch.
Catherine followed her. The girls could not take their eyes off the ring. As she left the table and passed Ruthra, Catherine looked at the diamond and said:
– That's a nice rock.
– Rutra, what is it? – YatSan said sweetly, then looked at her friends, who were also looking back at her.
She "told" them something with a look. Ruthra noticed it. Her friends' faces were cheerful, as always, with a twist of intrigue. Ruthra was encouraged, and he looked at YatSan, into the depths of her sweet, childishly mischievous, sparkling eyes, and held her close to him.
– Do you like it?
– Who wouldn't like it? Only in honor of what?
– Let's go. I'll tell you in another setting.
– Where to?" she barely had time to ask.
Rutra, having already lifted her in his arms, carried YatSan towards the exit.
– Rutra, what are you up to?
– It's go
He carried her to the auto and put her in a late-model Ferrari convertible.
– You're going to drive me crazy right now," YatSan chirped, looking at the car while Ruthra shifted into the driver's seat. – But I have to ask…
Rutra looked at her intently. YatSan, after hesitating for a moment, said:
– …what role am I in?
– I'm telling you, it's go
– I already know you well. I know you're go
She kept demanding answers while the dynamic force pressed her into the chair.
– Ruthra!
– Now.
– Where are we going?
– I'll just take you for a ride for now.
– All right, well, I hope I get through to you.
– Buckle up, we're go
– I'm scared.
– Don't be afraid, I'm with you.
She smiled, but clearly didn't know what movie it was from. Yes, times, times… In fact, we change time, not time us.
Rutra took the highway along the sea and drove. He didn't only break the rules of the road from time to time. YatSan was squealing – from pleasure, from the scenery, and from a slight fear....
Ruthra leaned back a little in his chair as he watched, sitting relaxed. He didn't notice Iulia putting her left arm around his shoulders and her right arm around him, nuzzling him. Waking up a little, Ruthra noticed. He liked it, because he could interpret this action himself as he wished, and then carry out further actions at will. Moreover, he had already anticipated the events on the screen and subconsciously knew the reasons why YatSan was behaving the way he did when he woke up in the clone. That's the kind of bastard he was. As he said, he was a creature of God, and everything created by God is perfect and beautiful.
The city Rutra couldn't identify. Perhaps it existed only in YatSan's imagination. The street was beautiful, ru
Ruthra turned off the embankment and sped down the busy street, the music playing loudly in the car, only occasionally drowned out by YatSan's squeals. Rutra zigzagged and labyrinthed through the cars, moving between the lanes with an arrow, and then he came to an intersection, turned around with a skid and a slip, and sped back down the oncoming lane.
– Rutra, stop it. Ruthra, I don't want to anymore. Oh my god. Ahhhh," YatSan squealed, and that turned him on even more. – Rutra, please stop. I'm scared," she yelled, but he just smiled.
After another skid-and-turn turn, YatSan squealed:
– I knew you were crazy, but not to this extent.
– Not to that extent? Then look," Ruthra said, and as the car sped off like a rocket, he fired a real flare in the direction of travel.
She flew out and turned into a mini meteorite, which, crashing into the atmosphere from outer space, gives us the hope of the fulfillment of the wish we made while doing so. YatSan watched the scene with fright and excitement. Rutra took out a shiny thing that looked like a sci-fi weapon from the movies and shot a stream of sparkling rays into the sky, where they lit up and turned into the inscription, "YatSan, I love you!" It was marvelous. She watched with bated breath, her eyes glistening even more, and involuntarily a small crystal, no less shiny than the one on her finger, rolled down her cheek. YatSan looked up at the sky and watched the blurring letters, glancing occasionally at Ruthra. He put his hand on her thigh and occasionally made deliberately sharp lunges of the machine to the right, as if inertially ru
Of course, such comments were born in Rutra's mind as he looked at the screen, from the passionate thoughts that YatSan had in her mind on that very screen. What was going on in Yiulia's head, Rutra didn't want to check, he just needed to feel it. She was not a timid lady, if not a determined one. Ruthra was silent, he liked it.
On the screen, however, the characters pulled into a quiet neighborhood to a beautiful mansion. Rutra pulled out a fancy, rhinestone-studded "queen" mask.
– We're go
– What about you?
– I'll walk you out.
He helped YatSan put on the mask, stepped out, opened the door, and led her inside. Inside, they were greeted by a large hallway, more like a reception hall, with rounded side staircases leading up to the second level; Ruthra bypassed them and led YatSan into the next hall. Here was a huge pool, arranged like the baths of the Shahinshahs. There was melodious music playing, loud enough to muffle the sounds of bubbling, artificial geysers and the gurgling jets of a fountain that flowed with burgundy water like dragon's blood. It was young wine. It was young wine that Ruthra loved, for it was the only wine that gave "lifeblood," while aged wine was honored only by the cooper and the oenologist.
– When can I see it?
– Wait. First the nectar for uterine rabies.
– What?!
– For bliss, then," Ruthra said with a laugh.
Lifting the mask slightly to free her mouth and keep her eyelids open, Ruthra put the wine glass to her lips.
– Take a sip, hold it in your mouth.
Then Ruthra put the glass away and licked YatSan's lips. A trembling shiver ran through her. YatSan couldn't say anything, even if she wanted to, because there was wine in her mouth. Ruthra pressed his lips to her passion-charged scarlet lips and took in the sweet-sweet drink. He deftly undid the straps around her shoulders and, while she cried out from behind her falling dress as he kissed her, whispered in her ear, "There's water in there," pulled back the mask, and pushed YatSan into the pool. As she squealed as she plunged in, he instantly threw off everything, revealing what Adam had covered with a fig leaf.