BELYE NOCHI-2 HOURS LATER
The atmosphere in the club was electric as I stepped into the private lounge of my club. The familiar scent of whiskey, drugs, and women greeted me.
Sergei was already there, lounging with a drink in hand, the lazy smirk on his face grating on my nerves before he even spoke.
“Took your time” he mused as he took a sip from the amber liquid. His sharp gaze on me, taking in my tense stance.
“Trouble at home?”
I shrugged off my jacket and tossed it onto the booth before sinking into the chair across from him. Reaching for the whiskey bottle, I poured myself a generous amount, watching the liquid catch the low light.
“Something like that” I muttered.
The confrontation with Serafina plagued me. I had spent the ride here replaying it. The way her breath hitch
