love is a battlefield by pat benatar in RUSSIAN

chapter 1: courtship by the window

pandora threw half a dozen stones at jeanne’s window, to which she woke up from. groggily, she dragged her feet to the windowsill illuminated by twilight.

BAM

BAM

BAM

“wha—“ BAM.

“what are you doing?” jeanne asked, eyes adjusting to the heavens she fell from,
i mean the darkness.

“here to court you my lovely angel wife beauty” pandora replied, biceps on the verge of ripping her sleeves from how buff she is.

“no.”