Tension grows in the car for a few seconds before Viktor says, “Lipovsky is actually close to Yan, Boss. Let him do his thing and be useful.”
“I said— No. And that’s f*****g final.”
This time, no one tries to persuade him. There’s a shift in the air, and the tension swirling around Kirill could be cut with a knife.
The rest of the ride, Viktor talks more about the club, but that doesn’t really kill the unwelcoming atmosphere. Once we arrive at the house, Kirill tells us he has work to do alone.
Pressure grows in my chest and I have to tap it a few times in order to breathe properly.
It’s times like these when I start to question my choices and everything I’ve done since Russia.
I’m so close to giving up, but then he does something like saving me or paying attention to details about m
