"My divine Talia... When I look into your almond eyes, I do not see the boy l am, but the man I must become to possess you. I want to take all of the pain from your soul, and, in the passion factory of my heart, transform it into functional joy. I want to take your hand by the Cheremosh River and, with all Ukraine has witnessed, take you as my wife. And we shall sing, and dance, and drink... And then I shall whisper in your ear, "Let rivers run wild or let them be damned." My perfect Talia, I lay my masculinity at the altar of your maidenhood."

I would let Mischa do ANYTHING TO ME






















I'm gonna touch you