Under this shelter they kissed long and sweet. It was under this canopy Oleg began to whisper to her: "I love, love ... losing my mind ..." Tatiana almost cried on a strange island, nagging feeling that in the fourth decade of his boring life felt for the first time. No one had ever told her these words. She had never loved. Her body used Vladimir Karpinski, probably representing at the same time, violence en masse all those girls who so craved his attention, when he was a dark, handsome man with a clean face, and which instantly turned away from him in misfortune. She wanted to use the Jack and the student. He longed to be Tatiana's sexual mentor, mentor, guru. About love, he did not even think, and maybe did not know that it exists. She was trying to entice notebook and a womanizer seksmen Mark Rudelson, alluding to the fact that, apart from the basic instinct, nothing else in the world does not exist. You're wrong, Mark Lazarevic! Exist! Oleg says he loves her! And she believes him!