"Old man, how dare you mess with me!"
Angelina grabbed Vasiliyevich by the collar, her demeanor threatening.
"Calm down, calm down, your behavior right now is hardly ladylike." Vasiliyevich raised his hands.
"I've had enough, whether it's Peter, Alexander, or Kajiena!" Angelina gritted her teeth, on the verge of losing it, "I thought I could hide out here for a few days, but you want me to make a comeback just to act in this pornographic film!"
Vasiliyevich remained composed, even speaking righteously, "Listen, child, this is called art! If nudity is pornography, then half of the world's masterpieces should be immediately destroyed!"
Angelina's tone grew more furious, almost screaming, "Don't twist words, I will not act in this kind of film! Do you know who I am? I am Angelina Mikhailovna Alexandrova! I am the future Marchioness!"
Vasiliyevich looked at her calmly, blinking gently, and suddenly laughed, "If you really didn't want to, why did you come over?"
Angelina froze.
