"Be careful," he said softly. There was as much glass and whatnot scattered on the floor.
"It's fine — shit!"
I was suddenly backing away when there were cockroaches that I almost stepped on. My lower back hit the edge of a table, causing me
to groan a bit.
"Are you okay?" Rustov asked who in a flash was already in front of me.
He held my elbows. Eventually, the hand went behind me colliding with a study table. He caressed my back gently. I held my breath for a few moments. I was held to the edge of the table, no longer caring about the dust.
"I told you to be careful," he said angrily, looking dark now.
"There are cockroaches because ..."
"Let's go out."
Even before I could speak, he guided me out of there, leaning on my back. He only put his hand off me when we're out. I looked inside again. I'll take a look at what's in the lower part of the portrait. There was a few words written there.
