The massive figure of Boris blocked the entire doorway. Silently and surprisingly graceful for his size, he walked into the room and seemed to absorb all the light in it.Glancing over at the doctor who was kneeling in front of me, still holding my hands, he stopped behind him.- How is my girl? he asked casually.Pasha cast a sidelong glance at the shadow that flickered in the corridor, judging by the smell, belonged to a wolf with a scar, and got up from his knees.- He is recovering faster than could be predicted, - he answered just as casually, turning to face Boris. “You have it, Boris Sergeevich, a fighter,” he added, looking directly at him."That's right," the husband chuckled, putting his hands in his pockets in a relaxed way.I sucked in the air, confidently filled not only with the smell of a wolf, but also with the smell of the threat hidden in the words and movements of Boris.I didn't know what to think, what to do. What did it all mean? Husband with sharp, wolf hearing
The night, saturated with the smell of blood and fear, tormented me, mercilessly dragging me through all the circles of hell again and again.I was afraid to sleep, I was afraid to lie in the dark, but I was also afraid to turn on the light so as not to give out that I was not sleeping, which means that something was wrong.Through the sound of the rain, I occasionally heard footsteps outside the door. Uncertain and cautious, they most likely belonged to Alyosha, in the role of a faithful nanny I now doubted, as I doubted everything in general.Pasha... The young doctor who took care of me paid with his life... For what? For silence? But about what?"You mustn't believe..." I heard him say over and over again.The answer was obvious: I shouldn't have believed Boris.Even then, in the hospital, Pasha did not want to let me go home, he wanted me to stay there, perhaps to protect me, to tell the truth about what happened to me, or rather, who did this to me.Boris told me that there were
- Do you smoke? I asked Alyosha, who was looking askance at me.I did not touch breakfast, allowing myself to drink only coffee. From a long sitting in a chair, the body was a little numb, but I was not going to get up yet.Alyosha gave me a suspicious look and silently took a pack of cigarettes from the inside pocket of his jacket. I think that I used to smoke, otherwise it would not have occurred to me to ask for a smoke."It's bad," he remarked imperturbably, lighting a cigarette for me.He himself did not smoke. At least, before I did not notice the smell behind him, but nevertheless I carried cigarettes with me. Weird."To live too," I answered, coughing.Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him stare at the handprint that had almost come off my wrist.Even before, I was a little incomprehensible to his role as a nanny, but now, having learned a tiny piece of the truth, I realized that Alyosha was assigned to me not in the role of a nanny, that is, not only in the role of a nanny,
Boris entered first and his wolf scent quickly reached my nostrils.- Why is the house smoky? I heard his displeased voice.He didn’t immediately notice the sound of my heels, unlike the scarred wolf that followed him into the house, frozen at the sight of me with a puzzled expression on his face.- Madam! - he cooed with a smile, pulling himself together, and felt with a carnivorous look every millimeter of my face and body."Muzzle is nothing like that ... A mad creature ..."His voice sounded very clear in his head, and for a moment before his eyes his face was stained with blood, antecedent to the scar that now adorned him from his left eye crookedly down to his chin.I prudently pushed aside the flashing memory, focusing all my attention on Boris, who was looking at me. There was wariness in the ice-cold eyes, but there was also a flash of surprise."Welcome back," I smiled, walking closer to him.“Kira,” he said, slowly inhaling the scent that came with me. - You didn't waste yo
Bruises on the face and neck appeared in the morning. I didn’t even try to disguise them especially, firstly, because it was unrealistically painful to touch them, and secondly, why? They were still there and no tonalka could change this.I took a shower, washed and styled my hair, put on makeup exactly the same as yesterday, but decided to dress in white.Yesterday I did not think about how my behavior could affect Alyosha, so at the breakfast that he traditionally brought to my room, I looked at him intently, but if he received a reprimand, then it was not visible from him.I caught his eye as I took the pills. He heard my conversation with Boris and now he knew for sure what caused the changes in me. I had to change further and remember all my life, but for now I could only rely on those pieces that I already remembered.For example, about that wolf with a scar on his face. Face, mad... He was a piece of the puzzle, I'd definitely come across him before, and all his mocking manneri
Each day was similar to the previous one. Memory, no longer blocked by fear, gradually returned. Fragments of my past rolled up suddenly and in less than a full week after making a deal with Boris, I managed to restore most of my childhood memories.Despite poverty, my brother and I had a happy childhood. We grew up in love and rarely complained about the lack of certain things. At least while the mother was alive.On the Internet, I managed to find several photographs of her, though not of very good quality. It turns out that in her youth she was a promising actress and, probably, she met her father, the then owner of the city.The image of his brother also became clearer, as did the longing for him. Every time I thought about him, a shot sounded in my head and a feeling of guilt overwhelmed me, because I had not kept the promise I made to my mother.As for the murder of my brother and the robbery of the jewelry store, in connection with which I was wanted, things were worse. A lot w
The first impulse was to respond with some kind of taunt, based on the fact that while Boris was counting on my memories, I was inviolable in his house, but as soon as I turned around and saw the wolf with a scar on his face with what a carnivorous look, the words got stuck in my throat .Knave waddled towards me. From the semblance of a smile, the scar on my face turned into a broken line, and if my heart were connected to the device, then, along with the frantic “beep-beep-beep”, it would give out just such a curve on the monitor.Maybe I was inviolable for everyone except Boris, but he was not here, just as Alyosha was not. I was one on one with a predator waiting for its prey to be especially vulnerable.I made the mistake of rushing to the door, and immediately found myself pressed back against the wall of the house.- Hush, baby! Quiet! - Knave cooed very quietly, squeezing his fingers on my throat. - No need to make noise! - He released his claws and ran them over the dress, ea
I lived in Boris's house for almost a month, and everything I could tell about his life fell into one short phrase: he went to work.In fact, everything was a little more complicated, as I was convinced by briefly looking at his diary and asking Alyosha.Boris was a machine. He got up around six in the morning and spent at least an hour in the gym, driving off excess wolf energy. Before eight, he had time to take a shower and have a hearty breakfast with something meaty. After that, he finished things in his office that he had not completed the day before and only went to work by ten.Lunch was delivered to him exactly at one o'clock in the afternoon from the same restaurant to the office, which was located in the business center of the city, and it naturally consisted of meat.He drank the purest, bottled water, he didn’t drink coffee at all, he couldn’t stand cigarettes, and from alcohol he preferred the high-grade Double Oak bourbon of the Jim Beam brand, produced in limited quanti