Oleg
Saturday night, I shower and put on a clean shirt and jeans. I shave my face and use some of Maxim’s aftershave, and then I drive to Rue’s.
Wednesday I mailed a hand-written letter to Story. It took me forever because I typed into the iPad first to make sure I spelled the English right, but I wanted it to be hand-written not printed or emailed. It said,
Story,
My beautiful lastochka.
I failed you. I thought I was doing the right thing by leaving for your safety, but I realize now that you never wanted to be safe. You wanted to be able to depend on me. And by abandoning you, I proved myself undependable.
I want you to know I respect your wish to end our relationship, but you are my life’s purpose.
Being your rock.
Keeping you safe.
Watching you perform.
These are the things I
