Sasha
SashaWe’re not at the type of hotel with food service, but Pavel orders delivery of donuts and coffee. I think they’re mostly for himself, but he got a half dozen, and after eating, he tosses the bag onto the bed where my mother and I are still huddled.
He didn’t sleep in the bed. I’m not sure he slept at all, but he doesn’t look tired. He looks exactly the same. Indifferent. Casual. Lethal. So jaded for a man so young.
We spent the morning in silence. I’m too afraid to appeal to him again, like I’m afraid of using up my only chance to fix this.
Is it even fixable?
The dread in my gut tells me no, but I can’t accept that.
Pavel’s phone rings, and he answers it. “Yeah. Got it.” He stands. “Nikolai is bringing your s**t, and I’m leaving. You’re on your own. Maxim says you can sta
