"Sestra," a knock was heard on the door which led to the room Irina was currently in, "may I come in."
Irina just lazily glanced at the door, but said nothing in response. After all, she was not ready to deal with their shit at this time.
But the person on the other end seemed to have no intention of going away. They opened the door, stuck a head in and looked at her standing before the mirror.
Damian, who walked into the room with a satisfied smile on his face clicked his tongue, "tsk tsk tsk, and to think you were so confident when you just arrived."
Irina still chose to say nothing, still keeping her eyes on her reflected self.
"What? No reply?" Damian said, putting on a mask of pity, "I liked you better when you were talkative."
He took a seat on a couch a bit past the door, still looking at her, "you see, my business failing, thanks to you, was definitely regretting."
