The Wrong Girl

“Alright, Nata—my name, spoken by Kostya—sounds like mockery. Let’s be honest. I don’t know what my friend fell for, but you have to understand: nothing can be between the two of you. She’s a simple girl, not a beauty, and you tell me—successful businessman, how can you not see it?”
I turn sharply away. Kostya answers with a cold, disdainful look.
— Keep your thoughts to yourself, okay?
— I blurt out, pointing at his chest.
— Ilya is a big boy and without you he’ll figure out what he needs and what he doesn’t.
— Don’t get upset—Kostya smirks— I know types like you: you play the modest one, but you’ve set your sights on Ilya’s money. Well then, my friend will have to have his eyes opened and be shown who you really are.”