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

Rotating the cigarette case in my hands, I watched in a detached way as the smoke from Astakhov's cigarette was carried away through the half-open window, replacing the tobacco smell with evening freshness.For myself, I never decided whether I did the right thing with Yegor, in the sense that I went to him, and indeed, but meeting with him, especially his words, left me with an unpleasant aftertaste.So much love for you... It was... When everything was simple and clear, when only my brother was between us, and now... Now there was a staged death between us, arranged not by me, and a prison that Yegor built with his own hands , driving it into my head that I sold out, and even killed my brother, so as not to interfere with my happiness.So think that you know someone ... We are sometimes a mystery to ourselves, so what can we say about others.The sun was setting, but Astakhov faithfully held on to his glasses, like an incognito crawling over me with his eyes, like an ant. I think he

The late evening flowed velvety through the half-open hatch of the off-road vehicle, which easily glided through the night city.When I opened the case, I expected to see anything but a scarlet strapless dress. Even when I saw sandals of the same color, it didn’t cross my mind that Boris’s gift could be so frank.The purest scarlet blood was covered with silk in the likeness of a second skin, while not restricting movement at all, it was hellishly combined with diamonds playing with fire.On the one hand, I found Boris's liberated whim as a sign that I was worried about Diana for nothing and that the problems with Koppel were settled. On the other hand... On the other hand, I felt naked and I had an unpleasant stomachache at the thought that I was going to some kind of feast during the plague.At the same time, I felt excited. My life, hardly mine with all the big words and statements, was once again taking a sharp turn regardless of my desires, and I was impatient for where it would

I turned around to face him and wrapped my arms around his neck.Ah, that bittersweet ultimatum! So classic. So banal. So masculine.He or I. Me or him.There is no third.I just didn’t understand one thing: if Grisha was going to kill Boris, how did he imagine that I could make a choice in favor of the dead man? Or did he think I might have warned Boris?And then what? Saying that he loves, put a bullet in my heart? Or, taking an example from the same Boris, will he simply captivate me in his loft?Grisha was waiting for an answer, but the persistent ringing of the phone answered for me and we both knew perfectly well who was calling.- In touch, - answered Grisha.Naked and shaggy, he lazily held his pipe over his shoulder as he lit a cigarette.- Glad to hear.He looked at me, narrowing one eye. The wolf on his chest was covered in smoke.- I am really tired. - I extended my hand, but Grisha remained in place, listening indifferently to Boris' next question. - She is sleeping. Unde

In the distance, the sea roared, barely having time to cool those resting on the beach, overheated by the midday sun.Mostly, of course, they were people who instinctively preferred the day. The time of the wolves was always at night, and it was still far from it.The trolley in the supermarket has accumulated imperceptibly. Many times I promised myself not to gain too much, but on Thursdays a lot of fresh products were imported, including dairy products that were practically in short supply due to the complexity of storage, which were worth their weight in gold for me.- You, as always! - the old cashier smiled good-naturedly, punching through my purchases. - And again without an assistant!I forced a smile in response, suppressing the urge to clutch at my chest, to which milk began to vigorously pour. The only "again" and "as always" were appropriate in that I did not calculate the time, and the mind-blowing process again and as always, and even again found me in the supermarket.We