Dasha and the Bear

...This morning I was the happiest person in the world, heading to a sanatorium in a pine forest to enjoy my well-deserved vacation. Only the navigator played a cruel joke on me and led me straight into the clutches of... a furious beast... But even the beast, tearing the car to shreds, was not as terrifying as the man in whose house I had taken shelter... ...I forced myself to lift my gaze to his face, finding upon myself a distinctly unfriendly, scrutinizing look. I lost the strength to say anything sharply. A thick fog enveloped my mind, paralyzing, smearing across the glass. And the man stepped through the curtain of droplets and came almost face to face. I had just tilted my head back when he placed a huge palm on my neck and pressed me against the wall with his hot body. — Look at me, — he suddenly growled deeply, — witch...