The following morning, the three men tacitly refrained from mentioning the events of the first night.
Greyven held Anastasia's hand and solemnly bid farewell to Raven.
'Protect her well, this is the only daughter I have.'
Raven patted Greyven's shoulder, a hope and a warning.
'Don't worry!'
Greyven once again sincerely assured Raven that he would treat Anastasia like a jewel in his heart, and only then did Raven send them away with confidence.
On the plane, Anastasia snuggled close to him and whispered to him.
Her hand was also touching the middle of his trousers.
Greyven grabbed her strange hand, 'Stop it!'
Anastasia pouted and rubbed against his chest, her voice whining 'You weren't like this last night.'
'What was I like last night?'
Greyven is confused, he drank too much last night, it's hard not to, but also did something outrageous not?
