<div style="text-align: justify;">Mariya did believe that Vitali would not hurt her. She almost wish he would, though, as she felt that she deserved it. And she felt that, despite the fact that she was not cheating, what she was doing could still be seen as betrayal. It was too late to turn back, now, though. Mariya felt like all she could do was to tell the truth.<br/><br/>With a deep sigh, Mariya took hold of Vitali’s now open hand and looked at the joined hands. It might be the last time he would ever allow her to touch him, Mariya considered. After he knew what a dirty and low person she had been, it would not be a surprise. <br/><br/>“Very well”, she finally spoke, her voice really soft. “I will tell you the truth. Please, sit down”. Despite knowing how angry and jealous Vitali was, and being sure that he would not harm her, Mariya would still wait for him to get back to his seat before saying anything. <br/><br/>After Vitali had eventually gotten back - and she would wait for as long as needed -, Mariya would pace back and forth for a moment and then stop walking. “Very well”, she repeated, softly. “I will tell you everything, and then you may do anything you want to me”.<br/><br/>After some hesitation, she finally told the truth, not daring to face Vitali. “I have been meeting a man, indeed. But he is not my lover. He is my handler. I have come here to collect information, and pass it back to my employers in London”. With a deep sigh, Mariya looked up at Vitali. “I am a traitor and a spy. That is it. Now, all you have to do is go to the authorities, and tell them what I said. I will not tell them who my handler is, but I will tell them that it is true”.<br/><br/>Once she had said all she had to, Mariya fell silent, waiting for any reaction Vitali might have to her words. She really could not imagine what he would do. The girl could only be sure that it would be bad.</div>