Anna Romanova

- What the hell? “You want me to complain to your father?” “Go ahead!” he snaps. “But first, go back to the gym.” “Who are you to order me around?” I raise my voice again. “Maybe I should tell your father that you just ran away and I couldn't catch up?” he asks, stepping forward. So if you don't want to get in trouble, go back to the gym. Wow! And I told you it was love at first sight! But this Arsen is just a stupid bastard! He really isn't afraid of anything and wants me to be afraid of him... - You won't get away with it!" I poke my finger into his chest and feel that it's like stone. I'm embarrassed, because I got too close and didn't realize when. Now his dark brown, almost black eyes are trying to make a hole in me.