Trap. Fantastic fiction. Irina Muravskaya

mother is at home. You have almost finished the shawl, I know, that you’ll finish it… So I’ve let her go. Speaking about who hates… Turn on your dampen brains.”

      Victoria stood up and reached for the dress.

      “Angelina Sergeevna?”

      “Well, you see, you have guessed without a dress,” pleased Trap approached Victoria and added without a smirk. “She’s always number two. Your mom’s mate, she sold her soul to Jealousy; Vengeance is always around. They are hellions, they always go together. They’ll now eat your Angelina for breakfast, after such a mistake…”

      “She’s not mine,” Victoria answered dryly.

      “And that’s right, she’s mine now. I didn’t want to think about work, it’s so nice in the forest…” Trap sighed.

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      “My goat…” Victoria burst into tears and curled up in her soft bed.

      “Your goat is at home,” her mother stroked her head. “Trap has returned it, she also liked it… You are so smart. I had faith in you. You saved us, my precious,” her mother whispered proudly.

      “That’s fantastic!” Victoria smiled. “Will we live here now?”