I’m crossing the foyer toward the front door when I hear high-pitched, female screams. I turn around, spotting Kostya cowering in the corner, protectively holding his hands over his head. Olga and Valentina have him pinned, crying and hitting him with kitchen rags. Looks like they still haven’t gotten over the fact that he broke up with both of them. The poor bastard had to move out of the mansion on the same day he told them they were done to avoid bodily harm. I leave Kostya to his misery and head outside.
My phone rings as I’m getting into my car. It’s the doc.
“Where are you?”
“Just leaving the pakhan’s house, heading to Ural,” I say. “Why?”
“I just spoke with a friend who’s a psychologist. She often works with assault victims. I explained the situation to her and told her abou
