Burning Taboos

"Shall we play, Marin?" Shatokhin breathes out softly. I understand that he is the one resurrecting. And, as expected, I am choking with excitement. "My list of wishes is finished," I declare resolutely. "Let me!" This time the list will be mine. You can't refuse me. "No?" I laugh nervously. "I understand, of course, that you have no shame or conscience, Dan... But to this extent! I'm getting married in a month! Does that mean anything to you?" "You won't get married, Marin." "But I will!" "You won’t get married," he said. Once, Daniil Shatokhin considered me his taboo. Now he is a taboo for me. And I do not intend to burn these taboos at his request!