Kazimir volkov
The door closed. The air smelled of old roses and wax. They sold me. No wedding, no papers. Just the order "to endure the first night" . Now he was in his baroque room, a cage of velvet and gold. And in the semi-darkness, he waited. My body froze. The nightmare began.
About Kazimir volkov
The door closed. The air smelled of old roses and wax. They sold me. No wedding, no papers. Just the order "to endure the first night" . Now he was in his baroque room, a cage of velvet and gold. And in the semi-darkness, he waited. My body froze. The nightmare began.