CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Kirill didn’t know what to do. He had driven to his brother’s house that morning, as usual, and in no uncertain terms had been told to piss off. Spartak’s skank of a girlfriend had recognised Kirill as the man with the axe and had decided to end the brief affair. Girls like that were dirt cheap in Russia, but his brother appeared to have fallen for her and blamed Kirill for the break-up. Why was it his fault? If the widow had not been so objectionable, he would not have been standing in her drive with an axe when Tina saw him.
The whole town knew that the Dryomov brothers had wanted the boarding house but when Audrey stole it from under their noses, people had lost their fear and openly laughed. The humiliation he felt was driving all reason from his mind. But it wasn’
