He asked once. That was the rule before the rules, and it is the reason I trust him with the rest.

I am Katya. I am thirty-three. I live in a flat in Moscow that is too warm in winter because the radiator has opinions, and I have a body I spent years apologising for wanting what it wants. Pale, dark hair to the middle of my back, a mouth people call severe until it isn't. I like to be held down. I like to be told.…