LAWS OF THE WOLF
In this case, it was me.
Boris carried me out of the car in his arms. The damp air of the night cheered me up and I felt the weight of the ring on my finger in a new way. Damn, it was beautiful! Boris thought of everything perfectly with the design and guessed exactly with the size.
I stealthily glanced at Alyosha and Astakhov, frozen in the hall, looking somehow lost after Boris, who was carrying me upstairs. Alyosha's eyes showed a warning and a silent request not to go too far, in a hurry to take advantage of the new status. On the face of the wolfhound, there was an impenetrable mask, and, as it seemed to me, he was looking at Boris in the back with displeasure, turning the lighter in hi
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