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"All clear?"
A sweet, innocent voice inquired mere seconds after Levi had entered the abandoned room, clutching a military grade rifle in his hands. The boy hesitated at the question, cold fingers sliding against the weapon’s trigger. The muzzle began to move slowly, from the right side to the left. It seemed the pathetic excuse for of a room was, indeed, clear; aside from the big patches of mold in the corner of the ceiling and a fat spider crawling hurriedly underneath a wooden cabinet, there was no living organisms lurking in the darkness.
Levi swallowed harshly. His throat felt dry, almost as if it was padded with sandpaper. "Yes." He confirmed, his- in contrast- small voice cutting through the otherwise eerie silence.
"Finally!" The girl let out with a groan, bursting inside and immediately stretching out her arms. Locks of thick hair adorned her round face, resting on top of her clothed shoulders. Loose ringlets, prompted the dull whisper somewhere in the back of his brain, giving the wrinkly organ a much-needed nudge, trying to encourage neurons to activate. "I knew we made the right call by getting rid of that creepy woodsman..."
Yes. He remembered now. Teenage boys with soiled faces, pressing their grubby fingers against torn, colorful pages of a stolen magazine. Chatting among themselves in hushed voices, exchanging meaningful glances and giggles. Levi would usually watch the ordeal go on in silence, perched on top of one of the wooden bunk beds, with short wisps of black hair obscuring his field of view. "Loose ringlets," one of the teenage boys would purr to the delight of his companions. "Babes with this hairdo always got the best tits."
At these words, Levi would slip back into the shadows, unnoticed. With a tight knot somewhere deep within the confines of his ribcage, he'd brush the palm of his hand against the buttons of the upper part of his coveralls.
Like an animal in a cage. A helpless thing, covered from head to toe in a blanket made out of the predator's fur in a desperate attempt to blend in.
"Levi?"
The ex-soldier flinched, head moving at a rapid speed to face the concerned girl. Marina was still in the process of stretching her arms out, face tilted slightly to the side in a questioning manner.
"I'm sorry." Levi apologized mechanically, tightening his fist on the scratchy fabric of the coveralls covering his rather scrawny body. "I think this is a good place to spend the night... I'll take the guard duty." He rushed to offer, leaning his rifle against the oak floor tiles. It clinked against the uneven surface.
"What? No way." Marina interrupted, shaking her head and sending the curls on her head into an enthusiastic bounce. "You got hurt before, while we were fighting. Let me at least look at it first?"
Levi narrowed his eyes, a shadow of skepticism darkening his gaze.
"Please." The girl fumbled around, as if looking for something, anything, that would give her plea more credibility. With a satisfied smirk, her fingers tightened around a vodka bottle the two have dug out of an abandoned container near the crumbling shacks. The smile was small and tired, the corner of her mouth twitching with effort. These past twenty four hours took a toll on her psyche, aging her in a particular, deeply saddening way. A little adult, thrust into some sort of a wicked festival with no prior warning; in order to meddle with death, dip the very same fingers into crevices freezing corpses, rotting meat turning to bloody mush under the pressure. Staining the skin, dirtying the underside of her neatly cut nails. "Disinfectant... or a one-way ticket to getting absolutely shitfaced, if you're eager for a distraction." Marina purred playfully, wiggling her thin eyebrows at the other teen.
I don't need another distraction, Levi thought to himself, the words echoing against the walls of his mind. You've been a sufficient distraction so far. Yes, that was a fact; looking wistfully out of a tiny train window, dirt and dust shrouding her view of the blurry landscape. With her perfectly cut nails and the meticulously arranged curls brushing against the main artery of her neck. A proper lady, one that, in a few years, would perhaps be able to land a spot on the cover of a lavish magazine. If only she wanted to, that is.
"I don't drink." Levi's voice got caught in his throat. I do much worse, his numb brain came to the rescue, attempting to fill in the blanks. Or, at least, he would, but...
His hand clawed helplessly at the circular bruises blooming on the inside of his forearm. Marina, tactful as always- a proper lady- pretended not to notice, sharp gaze fixed on the vodka label. "That's fine... I probably wouldn't let you drink on the job, anyway." She said pointedly, tapping the clear glass. The liquid inside sloshed, bumping against the walls. "Duchy of Varshava... Huh, isn't that blonde chef from there?" She wondered, puckering up her lips. The unfamiliar syllables rolled off her tongue clumsily, as if her mouth was stuffed full with food, tongue clicking against the back of her teeth. "We can ask him about it, if..."
If he's still alive, that is.
"We could." Levi's voice echoed, eyes following the movement of Marina's muscles as the girl attempted to open the bottle. The cap was covered with rust, refusing to give way. The crimson layer stuck to the glass head of the flask. Levi heard one exasperated groan, soon after- another.
He stepped closer, letting the rifle lean against the bedframe. His hand stretched out in a silent question and Marina rewarded the action with a wide grin that did not quite reach her doll-like eyes.
"I'm grateful that I ended up in this shithole with you." These words of praise tickled the back of Levi's brain, like a pleasant scratch. "A man that wields a rifle, knows how to pop open stubborn bottles... What else can you do with these strong arms of yours, soldier?" She remarked, collecting the bottle after the cap had been removed.
A lump in his throat, growing bigger, swelling and bulging almost impossibly-so. The spit in the back of his throat felt sour. Still expressionless, the boy rolled up the trouser leg to reveal a sizeable bloody gash, the uneven edges pulsing underneath the calloused pads of his fingers. Rough, from pulling the trigger.
Marina sat a little straighter on top of the makeshift bed, patting her lap expectantly. "What?" She chuckled at Levi's funny face, his gray eyes drilling spots into the pleats draping nicely over her thighs. "If you’re wondering about it, I’m not about to drop onto the floor in front of you. I'd really like to keep this skirt relatively clean. Make this easier for me, will you?" Her hand smoothed out the sheets on the left side of her body. An invitation.
Soon enough, his outstretched leg was perched on top of her lap. Marina pressed gently on the reddened patch of skin surrounding the wound, clicking her tongue as Levi's hiss tore through the silence. "This... does not look good." She proclaimed in an attempt to ease some tension out of the stiff boy.
"...They did not teach you first-aid in Vatican City." This was not a question.
"No." The girl confirmed, fishing out a piece of cloth from under a mysterious fold located somewhere under her skirt. Out of respect for the woman, Levi averted his gaze. "Ironic, isn't it? I've been taught so much about blood, its magical properties, types, various spiritual uses... I'm way more suited for dealing with the dead. Not that I'm implying something dark, of course..." Marina rushed to explain herself, the rhythmical glugging of the vodka being poured out causing a shiver to run down Levi's sweating back. His teeth hurt and his head was spinning. Not looking good, indeed. "I suspect your military training makes you way more qualified for tending to the wounded?"
"Gunshot wounds." Levi replied shortly, gritting his teeth in preparation for the incoming sting of the alcohol against the exposed muscle. "Getting stabbed is a rarity on the battlefie- ah," His voice cut off abruptly, breaking pathetically, transforming into something more akin to a breathless whimper. Marina shushed him quietly, a firm press of the damp fabric against his calf contrasting the comforting caress of her other hand, slowly making its way up and down his limb, against the little unshaven hairs and a few nearly black beauty spots.
"You feeling better?" She inquired, raising a thin eyebrow until it reached the edge of her fringe. Levi heaved, but dared not complain. A small 'mhm' left his mouth instead. No trace of sympathy or concern was present in Marina's voice; if anything, there was a hint of slight curiosity to it, as if the young soldier was an animal sent in for testing at some lab. Even Marina's gentle touch felt more like a part of some examination; or maybe, this belief was just another symptom of his addicted mind playing tricks on him. He really was just a cornered, caged little thing. "I don't have any medical tape to fix the cloth in place." She explained apologetically, pulling down the leg of the coveralls swiftly, the tips of her fingertips still lingering underneath.
"That's okay. I’ll manage" Levi whispered, forcing back the nagging thought that his answer wasn't really necessary at all.
"I know." The girl hummed, tilting her head to the side. "Nothing more can be done about it today. You seem jumpy."
Levi parted his lips, wanting to reply, but it felt more like forcing a fish out of the water to breathe. "What-?"
"You've been oddly anxious even before anything suspicious really happened... back on the train." Marina continued, studying her companion's boyish features attentively. "You spent half the journey locked away in the bathroom. I thought... well. Since we're in this together and not planning to part anytime soon, you could tell me what's going on." She pondered her own statement for a few seconds. "Or not, I suppose. But if one of us is truly going to pass..."
"I will protect you," Levi interrupted, wincing at the display of audacity that had just spilled from his mouth. "I mean... I will try my best to keep you safe, for as long as I can." He promised, a flick of pink tongue to wet his dry bottom lip. God, all of his muscles screamed at him to curl up into a fetal position the moment he had pressured his calf off the girl's lap. Such self-assured retort would surely earn him a slap to the face back in the army, and that would only mark the beginning of a period of unyielding punishment.
Neat nails pressed into the gentle skin right above his ankle, causing the boy's body to jerk in surprise. Then, the bed creaked underneath the shifting weight as the brunette hovered above him, knuckles turning white from the pressure. "Why?" Levi's soleus was burning. "Why is that, Levi? Are you perhaps... in love?"
God, the amusement in her voice stung more than the symptoms of withdrawal overtaking his frail and derelict human form. How was he supposed to shake his head, explain that no, he was just a mere junkie, shaken up emotionally to an impressive degree, yearning for the sweet relief pouring into his veins, a pathetic excuse for a soldier looking for something to fill the bullet-shape hole in his heart? Someone to keep him afloat with sharp orders and demands? Marina was one of the only surviving children of Prehevil; but, in contrast to him, her life has just started. The cheerful glint in her unnaturally blue eye, the healthy glow to the face: Marina Domek was full of life, and sweetness, and hope.
It was his duty to keep civilians shielded from any harm.
"I..." Levi's voice caught in his throat, eyes rolling back feverishly. A drop of sweat, glistening like a pearl, slowly rolled off his temple and disappeared into the dark hairline. "I don't... Uh..."
Marina giggled, inching a little closer. She was tired, that much was clear; a speck of dried mud stuck to her cheek, creating the illusion of yet another conveniently placed mole. The graceful sound caused something in Levi's chest to writhe painfully. This was absurd, obviously. They haven't even known each other for a full day, and yet-
One word, Levi thought to himself through a frenzied haze clouding his common sense. One word, and-
"Entertain me."
Levi watched as the azure, half-lidded eyes slowly made their way up and down his resting form. The gaze was chilling to the bone.
"I don't think the vodka is necessary." She nudged the bottle away, letting it roll lazily, until it clinked soundly against the chipped wall. "And if it's the last time we're somewhat safe, well..."
Levi would hurl himself in death's way to spare this woman an agonizing death. God only knows, he'd probably end up dead at her side without such drastic measures, anyway.
Suddenly, Marina's entire weight was on top of him. Her thighs stranded the soldier's narrow hips, the skirt hiking up to reveal the quality material of a white stocking. She had kicked her fancy shoes off and her foot dragged playfully alongside Levi's healthy, uninjured leg.
She was sitting with her back straight and eyebrows arched, lit dimly by a column of moonlight emanating through the dusty window. She was, undeniably, stunning; like a doll in a glass-case, posed for a picture. Soon, the ribbon holding the collar of her shirt together landed on Levi's clothed abdomen. The reality of the current situation has slowly started sinking in, leaving the boy startled and wide-eyed.
"You're such a pretty thing." Marina said out of the blue, cocking her head to the side, like a child faced with some sort of an abnormal curiosity. "Has anyone ever told you that?" She mused, accentuating the question with a light thrust of her hips. "No, probably not. I suppose these types of compliments do not fly in the army."
"Th-thank you-?" Levi's brain did not even register his own voice at first. It was meek and cracked embarrassingly, with that despised, girly feel to it that almost made him reach down to the wound and dig into the bloody gash as the only appropriate penalty. Marina thrusted against his body again, something stiff ramming against his leg.
A blur.
The brunette continued unbuttoning the shirt until it slid off her shoulders, one sleeve higher than the other, giving the girl a particularly lewd look; straight from the cover of a magazine, Levi thought. Those magazines, and the rowdy boys, and the bunk beds, and-
"Here." His hand was pressed flat against a patch of warm, smooth skin. Pulled back into reality, Levi's fingertips jabbed into the flesh of Marina's flat chest, the grip on his wrist guiding him to all the sensitive spots. Slowly, with a trail of uncertain touches, his palm advanced past the slight pudge, a belly button, all the way down to a dark happy trail.
Marina bit her bottom lip, pausing for half a second before hiking the hem of her skirt even further up.
Then, she led Levi's hand right to the silky fabric of her underwear.
"I believe this is not a deal breaker." The girl mused, observing as the soldier's expression changed from one of thinly veiled internal turmoil to pure shock and confusion.
"What-?" Levi breathed out, the realization dawning upon him. "Oh... Oh... I didn't..."
Marina chuckled, running her hand through the boy's pitch-black strands of hair somewhat fondly. "Wouldn't expect you to." She teased, grinding her sex against the back of his hand, reveling in his surprise. "Now that this is out of the way, you don't have to hide anymore either."
Levi's heart dropped for what felt like a millionth time that day. "What?" He repeated, all choked up.
Marina slid the undergarments off fully, freeing the stranded erection. Levi tried not to glance down, focusing on the unforgiving, ice-cold eyes of the woman sitting on top of his lap.
"I had a feeling." She explained simply. "Your senses get sharp when you know what to look out for. It takes a freak to know another, doesn't it?" Her voice was sarcastic, yet the words cut through Levi's composure, stinging more than he would’ve liked to admit.
All of this, all of this was too much. His head ached.
That bottle of vodka...
"I've never... no..." Levi shook his head, bringing both of his hands up to his face in a desperate attempt to isolate himself from the rest of the world. Marina shushed him gently, and just by her words alone, he could tell she was smiling. "Me neither. But I'll be gentle."
Nimble fingers began working on the buttons, and with horror Levi realized, that not only was Marina planning to take the lead- but also that it required him to undress completely. Instinctively, the soldier yanked at the girl's sleeve, shaking in a feverish stupor. "Don't," he begged, clutching helplessly at the wrist.
"I can understand, Levi." Marina soothed with a small frown, grazing the pulsing vein on her companion's neck. "I think I am one of the very few people that can understand. Look around; we're in the middle of a place we used to call home once, but everything is wrong, and to be honest- something has always been wrong here, and here-" After every word, she'd press a different spot on the boy's clothed chest. "Don't you need comfort, Levi? Because I do."
A tiny gurgle left Levi's throat, expression twisting until it became unrecognizable. "I do," he pleaded. "I do, too."
Marina took off the bandages wrapped tightly around his torso, giving Levi a hungry look; the sight of his fairly small, humble in size breasts clearly bringing her a lot of pleasure. A few moles marked his body like stars. One of them, the biggest specimen, was right above his nipple and Marina leaned, planting a gentle, sweet kiss over it. Levi thrashed in the bed, swallowing back the stomach acid that had travelled up his lower pharynx. The sensation of being exposed, the air hitting his naked skin, the goosebumps... it was horrendous. It was torture, and the biggest proof of that was just how good it felt to be touched there.
Her sex brushed against his abdomen, unfamiliar wetness spreading all over. Marina scraped her teeth over the nipple, wrapping Levi's trembling fingers around her shaft. It was surprisingly warm and soft, with a small, protruding vein at the side; Levi brushed his thumb over it, deciding to concentrate on the alien sensation for the sake of his own wellbeing. "Good boy," Marina praised, her voice swelling with... something? Levi has never been good at deciphering others' emotions, which often led to unpleasant encounters. For someone who was just as inexperienced, the girl was doing very well; rocking her hips rhythmically, fucking into Levi's palm, her hot breath warming up his neck. "You're being very good." She squeezed the soldier's breast and his eyelids fluttered. A pained groan pushed past his gritted teeth. The brunette giggled, sharp fangs sinking into his clavicle. Gods, she was going to swallow him whole.
Her tongue flicked over the reddened marks, dipping into the indentations. At the same time, her hand travelled further down, causing Levi's body to shiver with even more intensity. No one has ever touched him down there before. Hell, even during those rare occasions of soldiers being able to shower in privacy, he always avoided casting his gaze below his belly button, not to mention coming in contact with these... ill-fitting parts.
"You're... dry."
Levi blinked a few times, unsure how to react to the comment. He tightened his grip around Marina's erection, now slick due to the leaking fluid. "I'm sorry." He blurted out instinctively, attempting to close his thighs. The occultist noticed these advances and, with a quirk of her eyebrow, held the legs wide open. Clinically, Marina plunged her finger in between the folds, careful not to actually push inside. It felt like rubbing two pieces of sandpaper between each other. Levi cringed at the thought, the heavy feeling in his chest reminding him of its existence.
Useless thing. Making everything so, so much worse for the two of them.
Marina sighed. The gears in her head were turning, considering all the options; ultimately, it seemed like the need for release won over her common sense. "We can experiment with other methods tomorrow, if we're lucky." She announced and Levi's eyes opened wider, a sparkle of naive hope awakening within his abused, fatigued frame. "Keep your legs in this position for me."
Levi collapsed back onto the stained bedsheets, feeling nauseous as the head of Marina's hard dick slipped out of his loosening clutch. A disobedient soldier was as good as any rotting, decomposing corpse abandoned on the battlefield, after all. Levi has seen too many of those in his short lifetime. Sometimes, they'd even rest in a similar position to his; with stretched out legs, often bare, because the leftover survivors would pick off any valuables to sell to the civilians or keep to themselves. Levi would sometimes join these scavenging groups, running his bloodied hands over the green uniforms, feeling for anything other than the bullet holes. Sometimes, he'd find a letter, a keepsake, maybe even a photo of a baby or a some smiling girl. They all looked the same to him.
Sometimes, he'd lean and move the fallen soldiers' eyelids closed, crumbling under the judgmental gazes of their unseeing eyes.
He followed suit.
Marina's dick smeared more precum over his opening, and it took him a few seconds to realize that this action was purposeful. She was trying to prepare him. Sure, even while erected, her penis wasn't huge by any means; it was less than average, but still, taking the full thing would prove to be a challenge. Is that how it usually goes-?
"Ready?"
No. He wasn't. But on the other hand, would he ever truly be? There existed no solution for the self-destructive hatred that consumed his entire being.
Levi nodded, not daring to question Marina's authority.
She would not let him get hurt.
The push was almost agonizingly slow. His muscles clenched around the intrusion, thighs wrapped tightly around the other teenager’s middle squirming and spasming. His walls felt far too unprepared for penetration; the precum served as decent lube only on the outside, but this was a completely different story. Still, Marina wasn't about to give up; holding the labia apart with unwavering focus, not giving Levi even the smallest break, a moment to catch his breath and get accustomed to the fullness. Levi hissed, scratching uselessly at his own abdomen.
It felt almost embarrassing to admit how much he hated this. His brain was screaming, kicking, yelling at him to push the girl off himself, fuck, to reverse the roles if needed; this felt so, so, so painfully...
Feminine. To not question a single thing, to allow all of this to happen, to serve in all meanings of the word. To accommodate the dick ruining his guts, every tiny thrust chipping away at the last remaining bits of his sanity.
The sour taste of vomit hit the back of his throat and the boy moved his head back rapidly, not letting any of it accidentally spill out. The emotional distress was almost too much to handle, but the fear of disappointing a fellow companion, someone this warm, welcoming... was far worse.
Marina held the power to mend the damage, required he bent to her will. It wasn't her fault. It simply could not be.
"Levi," Her face was yet again dangerously close to his. "Fuck, Levi, you feel... so tight." She hummed, licking at the corner of his mouth, as if asking for access. At first, his lips were pressed into a thin line. Then, their teeth clinked together, connected in a desperate kiss. "That's it, just a bit-" She moaned softly, hanging her head low, shoulders shaking with silent laughter. "...more."
She bottomed out, somehow. The walls of his vagina convulsed, trying their best to allow for such a painful intrusion. The gentle rocking of Marina's hips was smoother now, too; his body reacted to the stimulus in the only way it knew how, producing more slick, or maybe blood from a tear or two. Levi was too scared to reach down and feel the swollen slit in between his upper thighs.
"Hey... are you crying?"
Marina tipped his chin upwards, the same frown from before on her blushing face. Levi swallowed with great effort, confused blinks only clumping his wet eyelashes together. He shrugged, not having enough willpower to use his words, trying to send Marina a contorted, although comforting smile. The girl exhaled, kissing away the shiny drops while toying with the clitoral hood. "It hurts." Levi whispered, wrapping his arm around the woman's neck in a futile attempt to pull her as close as humanly possible. "It always does." Marina murmured against his ear and nipped at the lobe, dragging a surprised yelp out of the resigned soldier. A few more teasing bites in, Marina picked up her pace, now fucking into Levi with more confidence than before. Her index finger kept rubbing at the sensitive spot, the circular motions a little clumsy, but not enough to disrupt the steady waves of enjoyment washing over Levi; tangled in with occasional nausea and dizziness, equally impossible to ignore.
"Marina-" He croaked out, burying his hand deep in the messy auburn locks and pulling helplessly, trying to break the girl out of her pleasure-chasing trance. "Marina..." His forehead pressed against the crook of her neck. He kept twitching, tightening around the dick, the shameful sounds of sweaty skin slapping against skin echoing in the otherwise silent chamber. Instead of a reply, the brunette stuck her arms underneath Levi's legs, hooking them above her shoulders and bending his form in half; the action took less than a few seconds, not giving the boy any time to mentally prepare.
Something ripped. In his injured leg, probably, judging by the unexpected flash of agony traveling throughout the entire limb, rendering it stiff and useless. "Marina-!" Levi wailed out the name again, tugging at the strands of coiled hair, like a scared child would at the sleeve of their caretaker. Something wet dribbled down his calf, staining the bottom of his foot and Marina's lower backside. Her movements were determined and unstoppable, despite the boy perching himself up on his elbow. His other arm flailed around uselessly, panic settling in, mixed in with extreme amounts of guilt. "Get... off..." He hissed out, unsure if these words were even directed at the girl on top of him, or himself.
Her hips stuttered, losing their rhythm, a string of drool falling onto Levi's chest. The boy shook his head quickly, shutting his eyes tight, as if thanks to that, he would be able to pretend nothing was wrong.
The sickening sensation of warmth spilling inside of him bloomed in between his legs, the uncomfortable stickiness, an intrusion in a place that actively tried to reject the 'gift'. Marina thrusted a few more times before pulling out, another weak spurt of come landing on top of Levi's stomach, painting the already pale skin white. Something in his gut coiled up, like a snake, but there was no chance of release on the horizon. His body, too beaten up, simply couldn't handle the mock-up of euphoria that came with an orgasm. His legs curled instinctively, the shaky knees pressed up against the wet abdomen. The ribbon of come slowly made its way down, pulled by the force of gravity, before sinking into the sheets. There was a tiny splatter of red right beside it, smudged any half-dry.
A fleeting touch against his lower parts, collecting some of the cum. “Oops.” Marina whispered with subtle amusement. “I’m sorry, Levi, I should’ve pulled out faster.” Her breathing pattern was still irregular, full lips red after intense making out. If there were any remains of lipstick covering them before; well, that was no longer the case. It had been almost as red as the splotches of blood covering part of the ancient mattress.
Levi pulled a corner of the bedsheet over his pink face, tense shoulders shaking uncontrollably. “No,” he choked out. “I’m sorry.”
I’m sorry for not being able to enjoy something that, under different circumstances- maybe in another lifetime?- could’ve definitely brought me joy.
Marina flopped onto the space beside her soldier, her flaccid dick brushing lightly against his dimple of Venus. “It’s alright.” She patted his thigh, accepting the apology with a light smile on her youthful face. A few seconds later, she buried her fingers in Levi’s messy hair, taking in a deep breath. “Let’s sleep for now.”
Levi cringed at the thought of spending the entire night sleepless and aching, not to mention the additional discomfort of having some liquid substance glue his legs together. Gross, but nothing worse than what he had seen and experienced back in the trenches. Military camps must’ve been the source of all filth in the world, truly.
Marina nuzzled into the back of his neck, scrunching up her nose at the sensation of little, shaved hairs there tickling her skin. “Tomorrow, I’ll get you cleaned up and we’ll wander farther into the city.” She announced, not leaving any room for discussion. Her meticulously crafted plan had to come into fruition, regardless of any objections. “I’ll engrave a sigil on your face, too, just for extra safety. It'll make you stronger; I wouldn’t want you to hurt your other leg, too.”
Levi smiled through the tears, the expression resembling more a pained wince than an actual grin. A different kind of warmth spilled inside of him, this time somewhere right below his weakly beating heart. “Thank you, Marina.” He sniffled, gripping the layer of sheets a bit tighter. The torn flesh did not even sting as badly anymore.
“Sleep well, soldier.”
Thank you, Marina.