Punishment

Vladimir's POV

"Another toast to the newlyweds, may God bless you both abundantly!" Dimitri Molotov announces while raising his glass. He couldn't appear more exuberant after consuming more than his share of liquor tonight. His overjoyed intoxicated eyes shone brightly over his most beloved nephew as he continues well-wishing.

"Live long happy healthy lives."

"Amen to that!" Yigor vigorously nods his approval as he chugs another shot of vodka.

Both Serge and Grigori pause their game of billiards as they also bestow adulations on their blonde cousin who at the moment, sported a satisfactory expression.

Currently, they were spending the evening in the lounge, after dining over a sumptuous wedding feast. The dusky sky was dragging outside of the windows, as impatience ran its course through Vladimir. Yet he wouldn't dare rush his uncle out of the villa, for he was most grateful that his uncle had decidedly overlooked the rules he had broken in order to rescue her.

His uncle had insisted