[IVAN]
“I hope this clears up everything,” Zarubina Stepanova says—the headmistress of Moscow’s Imperial Boys’ School—bringing my attention back to hers.
Let’s just say, it’s been impossible to focus on anything other than my wife looking like a walking death sentence to my sanity. It’s been more than an hour since she walked into the hotel’s bar. Despite my efforts to not fall for her snare to f**k me up, I couldn’t help but follow her to the bar like some lovesick puppy who can’t find his way around.
I’ll have to agree, Ana is definitely not the same old Ana anymore. She’s bolder now, doesn’t back away from taking risks, and doesn’t mind messing with me, despite being aware of the atrocities I’m very much capable of. I can’t deny that such changes in her are almost sexy. They make me
