Your money. From time to time your intellect and feel of humor and watching you melt under My energy. But mostly – yes, your money. – I am Russian. But don’t be too scared, I don’t nibble – that would be too much of a privilege. But if I find you yummy, I’ll guzzle you alive. You, hopping to the ceiling, trying to meet My expectation – that’s what you should expect. I determine what I want, if I want and when. You remain and you pay or you run away and sob.
