32

The way back to the residence took longer. Or maybe I thought so.

The SUV, driven by Alyosha, was driving unusually smoothly. The roadside lights flashed brightly in the reflection of the ring that Boris put on me as a token of my belonging to him, as a token of confirmation that I was now Kira Angelova.

He hugged me and I half-asleep clung to him, burying my nose in his neck. Only for this evening I was so nervous that I felt completely exhausted.

What kind of complex and contradictory creatures we are, in one second we are confident in something, and in the next second we are no longer.

Probably, I could be condemned, but in part I agreed with Boris. I remember when I heard how Sasha blamed everything on me, without even admitting that I was not to blame, I became very sad. Of course, I always knew that he was selfish and, to put it mildly, cowardly, but it was one thing to persuade me to spread my legs in front of someone in order to brush him out of trouble, and it was quite anoth