LOGINIt’s a good thing that nowadays there are plenty of modern technologies, and my phone has a card linked to it for cashless payments. We paid the seller and moved further through the park, just walking and chatting.
I’ll deal with that little piece of trash later. She won’t run from me, I’ll dig her out from under the ground if I have to, because my driver’s license and cards were in that accessory. The cards are protected with a solid password, so she won’t be able to do anything with them, but I really don’t want the headache of restoring and replacing them, especially restoring my license and other documents. And punishing that little shit is simply necessary! Stuffed with melting sweetness, even Kirill became more sociable and agreeable with my little ones, getting involved in their shared game. But time was mercilessly slipping away, and my brunette had to leave. Of course, I didn’t forget to exchange phone numbers with her, and I planned to invite the beauty on a real date very soon. “And now, Daddy, we’re going to buy a Sony PlayStation!” the twins look at me, arms crossed over their chests, pleased and expectant. “And a doll!” Soli doesn’t stay behind either, frowning demandingly. “You little…” I squint at this young racketeering crew, shaking my head. “We’re your partners,” Andry declares with a smart expression. “There was a deal, and we fulfilled our part of the agreement. Now it’s your turn to fulfill your obligations.” “It seems you spend way too much time at your father’s workplace!” I look at these little geniuses in shock, amazed at their very un-childlike grip. “Actually we almost never go there,” Egor smiles. “But we visit our grandfather often.” And how did I not guess that right away. After all, our father is a business shark, worse than all of us put together. He’s raising replacements and worthy heirs from childhood. That’s just the way he is. Among all the Yartsevs, only I am one big disappointment! No, I know that my father loves me. He loves all of us immensely. But my lifestyle and the independent path I chose never suited him. Although, if you think about it, I really am pretty messed up in the head. Just take my “dating” website that I created seven years ago. It was and still is a special site where women and girls can choose a man according to their taste and preferences for pleasant intimate entertainment. That’s actually how I met Vicky. She was one of my clients, because at that time I myself was earning pretty well as one of the call men on my own site. Ah, that wasn’t a job, it was pure pleasure! True, after the scandal with Kirill and Vicky, I had to step away from business. I no longer go out on calls, but the site still works, bringing me passive income. And what a scandal there was with my father when he found out how his son was making money! Never in my life had I seen such furious desire in a parent’s eyes to finally whip my ass with a belt! I’m a difficult person, with my own quirks, and I don’t like dancing to someone else’s tune. That’s probably why I’m still not married. Not that I really want to, of course… “Alright,” I give in. “You really did work off your part of the deal.” After visiting a specialized store and spending some time installing the new gadget in Kirill’s living room, the kids began hacking away at games with complete devotion. As for me, I had completely different plans for the evening. So I called Valentina and asked the woman to sit with the kids. Armed with cash and the charm that’s always with me, I went out to look for that little piece of trash who cleaned me out. And I decided to start with the pizzeria where we collided. Surely they have outdoor surveillance cameras, and I’ll be able to get a better look at that little pest.Five More Years Later:“Get your little asshole ass over here!” Masha yelled at her brother, who skillfully dodged her between the trees. “Your ass hasn’t had a proper beating from me in way too damn long! Looks like they spoiled the hell out of you here without me!”Laughing at full volume and shrieking on ultrasonic frequencies, the boy quickly found protection in the form of his older brother Lukas and hid behind his legs.“Masha, stop bullying Dima,” the guy picked up the dark-haired little boy into his arms.“Who the hell is bullying him?!” the blonde threw her hands up indignantly. “He can run anyone into the ground till their ass sweats through their pants all by himself...”“Maaasha,” Anya looked at the girl reproachfully while laying snacks out on the table in the middle of the green garden, while I flipped meat on the grill. “We beat everything, but your mouth? Absolutely hopeless!”“Why would I beat it?” our beauty snorted. “I still need it...”“Yeah, to kiss Vovka with!” L
Our special day.All the guests are already seated, and I’m standing at the altar waiting for my beloved.I never thought it was possible to love someone this much. To the point where that person becomes your air, your entire meaning in life.Only after meeting Anya did I truly understand what Kirill feels for Vicky, what Makar feels for Dasha... what my father felt for Mom, and for Valentina too.It’s something unreal.Then the music starts. Everyone falls silent and holds their breath when my bride appears.The sight of Anya twists my whole soul with feelings for her. Adrenaline, dopamine, and whatever-the-fuck-else floods my body because I feel like I’m about to burst from the inside. Happiness presses against my eyes and tears start forming on their own.God, she’s beautiful.The best. Bright, kind... and at the same time she holds me by the balls so skillfully in her strong little hands that there’s no escaping anymore.Not that I want to.Everything about her is perfect for me.
Nazar Yartsev:A gloomy day in a gloomy place. A light drizzle began to fall, painting the gravestones in darker shades. The wet earth stuck unpleasantly to our shoes, but the little boy didn’t care. He stood there staring at the smiling photo of someone dear to him, sincerely grieving the loss.“Lukas, let’s go already,” Masha said softly, taking the boy by the shoulder with understanding. “It’s about to pour. Mom’s in a better place now. She’s not suffering anymore there. And there’s no booze there either,” the blonde added quietly and sadly, running into my reproachful glare.Natalya died six months after we took guardianship of her children. I hired a caretaker to help the woman, to look after that disaster of a mother. But the problem remained the same. Natalya herself didn’t want help, and during the hours when the caretaker wasn’t there, she kept drinking thanks to her “kind” neighbor. Her mind never cleared, not even once, during all that time. Then one day, the caretaker simp
“No. She’s fine,” the woman reassures us quickly. “I need to talk to you both. Come back up to the ward. They’ll let you through.”Within minutes, we’re already outside Masha’s room, and we’re invited inside.Only the little girl and Elena are there. The woman watches me carefully as I walk over to Masha, take her hand, and ask worriedly how she’s feeling.“Masha, you and I already talked, and you spoke very positively about Nazar and Ann. I think they finally want to ask you something,” the woman says with a slight smile, giving us an encouraging look, and we realize the moment has come.“Masha, please tell us,” Nazar says to the confused little girl, and it’s obvious he’s nervous as hell. I take his hand because I’m shaking like a leaf myself. This is so much more nerve-racking than it seemed in my head. “We know you already have guardians, but… would you want us to become your official guardians instead? Me and Anya.”Masha stares at us wide-eyed like she can’t believe what she jus
Anya Shumilskaya:“What are you doing here, Dad?” Nazar asks Mr. Yartsev, who’s leaning against his son’s car, watching us closely with his arms crossed.“I thought we were family and helped each other in hard times,” his father scoffs, looking at us with cold steel-gray eyes. “I know everything.”“Well of course you do. Somebody already ran their mouth,” my boyfriend sighs heavily and leans against the car too, caging me between his arms.“Nazar, now isn’t the time to argue,” the man replies calmly to his son’s irritation. “Tell me how the girl is and what the doctors are saying.”Grinding his teeth, Nazar reluctantly gives in and tells his father everything that’s been happening. About the kids and Masha’s condition, and about their half-assed guardians. Oleg listens carefully without interrupting once, only staring thoughtfully at his son.“And you seriously want to take two homeless kids into your care?” Apparently, that’s the only thing that truly unsettled the elder Yartsev out
Ann didn't even get to finish when the ward door burst open and some screaming woman came charging in with a man."Oh, Mashenka! Our dear girl, we found you!" the lunatic shrieked at the top of her lungs.Masha woke up, confused, staring around."We were so worried! We searched everywhere for you!"Well, there it was.The greedy bitch had finally shown up."What's going on? Aunt Vita?" Masha looked fearfully at her aunt and the man. "Where's Luka?" she asked Anya in panic.My beloved calmed her, quietly whispering that he was somewhere safe, with us."My dear girl! Why did you run away from home like that? See where it got you?"The woman tried to approach the bed, but I stepped in front of her, blocking the way and glaring at the actress."Then why didn't you come immediately after being told your precious relative was in the hospital?" I growled at the mangy goat.Her companion immediately opened his mouth."And what makes you so damn smart? There wasn't any transportation running!"
“And now let me introduce a very unexpected guest of tonight’s event,” the host announced to the crowd, where interested male eyes instantly locked onto me. “Very soon, she’ll join the Yartsev family, because she is Nazar’s fiancée! I know there are many wealthy bachelors in this hall, so I’d like
“Father, Valentina, I’d like you to meet my girlfriend and fiancée, Anya!” I saw surprise flash across everyone’s faces, and only then did the meaning of Nazar’s words finally sink in. I looked at him, about to open my mouth, but he cut me off. “Anya, this is my father, Oleg Yartsev, and his wif
Ann Shumilskaya: Nazar told me what his guy had dug up about the children. Why they never told us they had a guardian, and most importantly, why they’d been wandering the streets instead of staying with their aunt, remained a mystery. Mikhail promised to keep digging for information. And we planne
When we returned home, we had a serious conversation waiting with the kids. Honestly, I was a little afraid of it, because I didn’t know what to expect from Masha.“So, little gang,” I address the children, and Masha rolls her eyes in her usual manner. “Anya and I talked, figured out a lot, and now







