— Askerov already left, dad?..
— And what’s it to you?
Today is my nineteenth birthday, and instead of drinking sparkling wine with friends, I’m nervous and spend the whole evening searching for the always-serious look of my father’s friend.
They’re actually alike. Both smart, strong-willed, restrained. As if in the Lubyanka they teach them only that—turn off your heart and feel nothing.
— Don’t even think about humiliating me, Emilia. I’ll strangle you. With my own hands—I'll strangle you. I’ve seen fools like you in Renat’s life—there aren’t enough fingers to count them. First they start drooling, then they cry. The result is always the same.
My life is like a stone sinking to the bottom, but at that very moment—pushing off from it—it blooms into fresh, juicy colors. Still gasping from unconscious jealousy, I read the notification.
Every word from Renat kindles fire in my chest, stronger and stronger.
“I want to invite you to dinner, Emilia. Right now.”
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Continuation in the book “I’ll Take Your Pain Away”.