Maxim
I stumble into the penthouse, which appears to be spinning. I thought I waited long enough, drinking straight vodka at the bar on the corner, that everyone would be asleep, but no f*****g luck.
It’s like the assholes were waiting up for me.
And the sympathetic vibe makes me want to hurl.
“f**k off, all of you.” Not sure if I growled it in Russian or English. Maybe Chinese.
I stumble, and Nikolai gets up like he’s going to help me, so I take a swing at him.
And miss.
And somehow end up on my face, my shoulder smacking the couch on my way down.
Oleg hauls me to my feet. At least I think it’s Oleg. No one else could do it so easily.
I blink up at him. “f**k off,” I slur.
I’m not sure what happens after that. I think I black out.
When I become aware of my surroundings again, l
