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His nasty comment made her to stop smiling in a instance. “ Since when you care about Pooka? By the way, at least he likes me, you can’t say the same. ” replied, Pooka was the signal who made her to choose her path to St. Petersburg, Dmitry didn’t know ANYTHING to talk like that. Visibly angry & irritated, she couldn’t hold her tongue back. “ And, I was fine, reading IN SILENCE, since you came here. Probably you should be the one to learn the way to not stare a girl like creepy guy. ” stubborn as him, her tone was purely vexed. since Anya didn’t wanted to look at him anymore, her glance turned on the window’s train, looking the snow in the woods.

                    “I’m glad to know the opinion of a mutt means so much to you, your highness.” A flash of white, lips curl up into a sneer ;  feet crossed, Dmitry practically POUTS as his back hits the red velvet seat. Equally as STUBBORN a sly chuckle breaks from him, calloused hand  d r a m a t i c a l l y  clutching his chest. “You wound me, Anya. How will I ever recover ?!” A roll of his eyes, he sucks in a deep breath ; this was going to be a  l o n g  trip ( oh, but the RUBLES, how different life will be ). Tongue darts over dry lips, the con man always quick on his feet, a master of changing the subject. “What are you reading so intently ‘bout anyways ??”