KIRIL’S POINT OF VIEW.
The chair stumbles from how fast I rise as, each second that ticked by of me listening to their nonsense felt grazing. I wanted to scream.
“Mr Volkov….the police are here.” Said a nurse as she stumbled in, looking as if she'd run all the way here in fear. I looked behind her, only to see the two officers waiting outside, their eyes scanning the inside of the ward, their gaze focusing on my still-asleep wife.
“Officers….how may I help you?” I asked, even though I wanted to f*****g break something. The two of them headed in, their forced smiles plastered on their faces like f*****g dolls as they said in a performative tone.
“Sir…..we came here to effect the arrest of Summer Rodriguez, she has been accused of-“
“Volkov.” I corrected through gritted teeth. “Her nam
