Here it is! A small piece of my fanfiction which is inspired by this week!))) Russian girl and Erik... I think that these concepts are not compatible😇😂 In the circle there was a rolling laughter of drunken men, who suddenly abruptly blocked the roar of swinging doors, and then a burly laughter. Erik turned around. A little girl stood in the doorway, surrounded by a wavering golden halo of burning candles. Somewhat disheveled, ruddy and with a broad smile on her face, she looked at secular society with interest. The big-eyed, dark-haired, but lively girl, with her children's open shoulders, jumped out of the corsage from a quick run, with her curls backed, thin bare hands and small legs in lace panties and open shoes, was at that cute age when the girl was no longer a child, but a young girl. Turning away from one of the gentlemen, she ran to her mother and, without paying any attention to her stern remarks, hid her flushed face in the lace of her mother's cloak and laughed.