Rosamund woke up to the sound of the fire crackling. The smell of rabbit meat cooking in the wood made her stomach growl loudly. She still had a headache and her eyes burnt from all the crying. She was exhausted, physically and mentally. There was nothing that came into her mind but resentment and regret. If only there were other ways. If only they were from another universe or perhaps normal, things would have turned out differently. Rosamund felt the soft wool of the cloth under her. Looking at it, she felt the buttons and lifted her eyes to the naked body of Ruslan. It was night, the sky was darkened by the impending storm. The blue moon kept hiding behind the heavy clouds. The fire crackled and the meat cooked, smelling deliciously.
Rosamund silently observed Ruslan, who was busy car
