My phone vibrates on the nightstand, and I manage to swallow the contents of my mouth before I stand, stumble on the blanket, then release it and go to check the text.
Something knots in my stomach when I don’t find Kirill’s name on the screen.
Viktor: You’re on the night shift at the club tonight. You have no orders until then.
I type.
Aleksander: Am I not needed at Boss’s side now?
I could’ve asked the man himself, but I’m too embarrassed to talk to him after what happened last night. Especially since he didn’t contact me first.
Viktor: No.
Aleksander: Do you know where he is?
Viktor: Nowhere you should concern yourself with.
I resist the urge to roll my eyes. Leave it to Viktor to be the most unhelpful person ever.
So I text my friend.
Aleksander: Morning, Maks!
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