LOGINNikolai
“Boris is dead.” I hear as soon as I pick up the phone from Dimitri. While I was grateful he had died I was rather surprised, he had looked very healthy yesterday. Dimitri sighs and adds “Pavel killed him.” Pavel, another one of the men I worked with, was not a very wise man to offend. Even I stayed out of his way most of the time. “He must have died in a terrible way then.” Pavel had a reputation of killing people in the weirdest places or while they were doing the weirdest things. While I was not happy Pavel beat me to it, I am grateful he was dead. I would simply have liked to be the one that killed any threat that stood in the way of the happiness of any member of Vera’s family. Their happiness would obviously have helped Vera to stay in high spirits. “Of course, Pavel wouldn’t have had it any other way.” “How did he die?” I ask, suddenly very curious. “Pavel blew his head off and left the rest of his body where he met it. On the top of the toilet, some say he was pooping when it happened.” Dimitri delivers this message with as much formality as he could manage. It was not much. I laugh at that. Pavel had never been good with delaying the inevitable, he acted more like a trained assassin sometimes. “Why did he kill him though?” I ask. Typically, Pavel only kills on order. For Pavel to have taken an interest in Boris long enough to kill him, he must have done something. “Apparently, he and Boris go way back, he knows Bori’s wife too.” Dimitri starts his delivery in a movie like voice and I groan. “Dimitri, I don’t need a dramatic speech right now just tell me what happened.” I respond. I did not have time for his games this morning. I would have very much liked to have followed my wife out of the room. “He said she saved him once so it was only right that he does the same.” Katya had saved Pavel before? Things were getting interesting. “Did you know Boris hurts his wife?” Nobody in the bratva tolerated men treating women like shit, especially women they knew. “Yes, Vera told me about it last night.” “Oh, and Pavel should be in your house soon. Katya kept crying and well you know Pavel.” Yes, Pavel was the most terrible person to handle any form of emotion, even happiness. “He said he was going to deliver Katya to you because either you or your wife would know what to do.” “Deliver?” “Oh, I am not spoiling that surprise.” Dimirti says and he ends the call. I toss the phone on the bed making sure that I am wearing my mask before I head towards the kitchen to find Irena and Vera talking in hushed tones.Then Irena started laughing so hard, it did not seem like she would be stopping any time soon. I settle in next to Vera at the kitchen table and glance at her face,or at least try to but she is looking away, probably still trying to hide her embarrassment. “Did your wife tell you…” She takes her time finishing her sentence by laughing to her satisfaction. “That she thought I was your girlfriend?” Irena asks, still laughing. “That wasn’t my fault, you look so young and you were quite close at the gallery.” Vera responds, finally turning her face back to my line of sight. “I would take that as a compliment darling, it means somehow I still manage to look younger than my oldest child.” “I am your only child, ma.” “Not for long.” She says as she starts to leave the kitchen. “I would leave you two love birds to it. Before you start making her blush again Nikolai, I suggest you let her eat, her stomach growled a time or two, plus I don’t think she ate at the party yesterday.” Then she leaves as quickly as she appears every morning. My gaze settles back on Vera and her stomach grumbles again. I laugh as she lowers her face again before rising to serve our breakfast. I drop her plates in front of her wondering how I am going to tell her that Boris was dead, but there is an awkward pause, so I hold back wondering if she has something to say too. “Your mum and I want to go shopping today, and I was wondering if that is okay with you.” That was it? “That’s not a problem, your assigned bodyguards are right outside the door and they should be able to take you there.” Her smile falls a bit but she nods slightly. “And you?” My lips twists up in a smile knowing she wanted me to be the one to take them. “Oh I have a delivery to wait for. It’s for you actually, your surprise should be ready by the time you arrive.” Her eyes twist in confusion, but I pretend I do not notice. Instead I stand to get my card and drop it in front of her. “Use this.” “I doubt that it is necessary. I have…” I turn a stool around so she faces me cutting off the rest of her sentence. I pin her under my gaze. She definitely did not mean to say she intended to spend money under my roof while I was still alive. “ You are my wife now and I take care of what is mine.” She nods her head slightly again. Satisfied, I spin her chair back and let her continue eating. Vera and Irena leave shortly after that. Not more than thirty minutes after their departure Pavel arrives. While I was expecting him I was not expecting the sight in front of me. Pavel does not under any circumstances endure any form of human contact on his skin. So, I am quite surprised when she shows up carrying Katya in his arms. “I suppose I should thank you for protecting my wife’s cousin. The guest room has been set up for her.” I glance down at Katya and say to her “You are safe here. Vera went out with my mother and they should be back soon.” Pavel starts towards the guest room but pauses right beside me “You did not have to thank me for saving my wife.” My head turns sharply to face him. Did I just hear Pavel call Katya his wife? He offers no further explanation and walks off.NikolaiThere was no way Vera walked into Truth without knowing I'd be alerted that second. I barely restrain myself from rushing out after Pavel's call. All he said was, “Vera is here with friends.”“With friends.”That part lingers longer than it should. Those five words were delivered in the same flat tone he used for everything, as if he hadn’t just dropped something a bomb in my lap. Pavel was only ever at Truth this late. I should have prohibited her from going to that club, locked her in her room and thrown away the key.Not that its occurrence was off the table. I could have worked perfectly well without knowing that bit of information. The made up guest room was all the information I had needed. Something had prompted Vera to move out of my room and something could just as easily bring her back. There’s no reason for me to give a fuck where she was. It was a fact that she was my wife, roommate or not, that wasn't going to change. But “with friends" rang over in my hea
VeraTo the untrained outside eye, my plan was as simple as they come, survive another day. It had never required much thought before.Just obedience.But nothing had ever been easy about surviving a power struggle in the bratva.I eyed the pile of clothes laying around in my new closet, unimpressed.To carry out dangerous acts of rebellion, clothes were the most important armour.For what I needed tonight, blending in wasn’t enough.I needed to be seen.I reach for a black dress, hold it up briefly, then toss it aside.Too simple.Another.Too loud.A third.I pause, fingers tightening slightly around the fabric. The pink dress was very short and very backless. I could do glittery makeup with gold heels. It would do. Truth wasn’t the kind of place you walked into unprepared. Not if you wanted something out of it.And I had a beast of a request.Before I overthink and talk myself out of it, I dial Nadia and Katya into a conference call.“Girls,” I chirp.Nadia groans immediately. “W
Vera A few years later Life had been wonderful for a while. Full of ups and downs, but life is like that sometimes. But generally, it was wonderful, most times. I had met my mother the day after Nikolai proposed to me. She explained how she left her marriage with my father because she could not handle being in the bratva. I understand now. It was hard to keep hoping that I would never hear that one day my husband had been shot dead. She also knew that if she took me with her the entire bratva would have been after her, not that they did not chase her for a while. I ended up forgiving her and so did my father. They became friends and even then refused to finalise their divorce. She was still trying to be a mother to me but she was a very wonderful friend to Irena and a terrific grandmother to my son. When I gave birth to Vlamdir, I breathed a sigh of relief. Nikolai somehow managed to be so infuriatingly caring from the moment I started showing. I thought giving birth would mak
Nikolai I have had very wild thoughts over the course of my life. Carrying out these wild thoughts that I have had were responsible for the way people viewed me, especially Dimitri since he had seen me carry most of them out. Granted that most of them involved ending lives, death threats and creative ways of delivering dead bodies that did not involve a body bag, I have established a reputation for having the wildest thoughts. I lived to see just how much I could shock people. So, I am very immensely pleased when Dimitri asks me to repeat myself. “I intend to propose to Vera.” I say with a smile on my face. Dimitri waves his hand in front of his face, pulls out one of the chairs in my office and settles in it. “That is not what I am talking about and you know that. Where do you want to propose to her?” He questions like I did not tell him my answer like five seconds ago. “In the dark room.” It was not always as dark as it sounds, it could look nice if I wanted it to. “And y
Vera I could live happily without seeing certain things. I would have lived very happily without ever having to know that Katya had been hurt or watching my father slowly die or without witnessing the end of the world, not that I am about to. But it is becoming increasingly harder to tell if by some wild coincidence I could walk into my house one day and witness what it was like for the world to end. That is not what happens right now though. I simply just walk in on Konstantin kissing Irena. They are so deep into the kiss I am five seconds from tapping on their shoulders to politely ask them to use the guest room if they did not have the patience to wait till they got to Irena’s apartment. But I think I would prefer if the world would end so I did not have to do that to my mother-in-law. While the end of the world would have shocked me and caused me to die tragically, this scene just made me smile. It was about damn time. “Oh for the love of God, Konstantin remove your tongue fr
Nikolai “Vera called to say that she would stay in her father’s house for a while.” Irena says the second I walk into the door. “I knew you’d wonder where she was and I didn’t want you to worry.” I clench my fist. Vera would never leave me. I should know that much. I have already claimed her as mine. But it did not mean that she understood that fact. “Did she say why?” “No, but…” Irena shakes her head and does not proceed. “But?” I question her further. What was going on that no one was telling me about? “Vera should be the one to tell you.” I stand there slightly confused. “Hurry up, she’s probably waiting for you.” I am out the door and walking into the threshold of her father’s house in record time. I would have taken less time if it was not for the guards that stopped me at the gate. It had not taken long for them to recognize me, given the mask I still wore. I reach new levels of anger as soon as I find Vera. I find her sitting on the floor, with tears in her eyes. “Kto
Nikolai's POV “When can we expect payment from the Morozov’s?” Philip asks as he turns the page of his thick old ledger. “In two days,” I reply approaching the table and take a seat across from him. “Why the fuck won’t you let Dimitri get you a laptop? You can’t keep, documenting our financial
NikolaiThere were three categories of foolish people I did not like to meet, ever. Number one, people who could not remain loyal. The reason for that is quite obvious, if I could not trust you I would rather you stayed with the other billions of humans that I did not personally know. Loyalty took
Vera I didn't consider myself to be a very violent person, but as I stood in front of this I'd man, I was considering changing my ways. Nothing would have made me happier than being able to kill him. A gun will be too violent. A noose would be too ancient. And a knife blade to the wrist would
Vera Dressing up had been nice. I wore long black jeans and a white top with so many ropes. It had one around my neck, on each of my wrists, on my waist, and somewhere on my back. Then I paired my attire with white heels. If I had not become an artist I could have done very well as a stylist. A







