15

While I was thinking about how I’d charm the unattainable beauty in decent ways, my phone received a video call.

“Hi, Nazar! How are the kids?” Vicky immediately asked as soon as I answered.

“Everything’s fine. They’re with my father right now,” I try to calm the anxious mother.

“Why? Did something happen?”

“Why does something have to happen?” I snap, already annoyed. “They just wanted to stay there! Who am I to argue with them?”

Yeah, that was a complete lie, they didn’t want to go there, but the kids are fine! And nothing will happen to them there, that’s for sure, because they’ll be under constant supervision.

“Hey, don’t growl at my wife,” Kirill jumps into the conversation. “She’s worried. They’re our kids after all…”

“And my nephews, by the way! Do you really think I’d let anything bad happen to them? I love them too!” I flare up like a match.

“Alright, alright, we get it,” my brother sighs conciliatorily. “Just remember, since you love them so much, we might bring another one back from vacation that’s currently in development,” he laughs.

“Don’t threaten me with that! You two rabbits should slow down.”

“Well, someone has to replenish the Yartsev gene pool. We certainly won’t get that from you,” my brother mocks, getting on my nerves.

“The Yartsev gene pool is doing just fine in this family even without my participation! Better tell me how your vacation is going.”

We switch to a more neutral topic, and Vicky pours out a whole waterfall of impressions about Japan. Kirill just smiles and openly admires his wife and her childlike excitement. Their couple really is pleasant to look at. For the first time, I find myself wanting something like that too.

When we finally finished talking, there were still two hours left before my meeting, and I decided to spend them productively. Namely, I went to Kir’s gym in his house to blow off some steam. Too bad my brother isn’t here right now, because we often spar with each other, using it as our own kind of stress relief.

Working the punching bag helped me bring my thoughts into some kind of order. And my muscles will look even more damn impressive in a stylish shirt!

At the appointed time, I was already sitting impatiently at a table in an expensive restaurant located on the roof of a high-rise building, with a stunning view of the evening capital.

Until the very last moment I thought Ann had stood me up, and I was getting a little nervous about it. But then I saw her… and froze.

The girl found me with her gaze and was walking toward me. With each step she took, the intensity of my heartbeat increased with unbelievable force. The brunette was wearing a stunning golden dress above the knees that incredibly emphasized her endless slender legs. With legs like that, I’d gladly lie at them! Or even better, between them! Obviously the girl works out.

The top part of the dress wasn’t merciful to me either. Her juicy breasts were appetizingly placed in the open neckline, supported only by thin chain-like straps.

Her hair was loose and very long, and for the first time I saw the girl wearing makeup. And damn me if she isn’t an unbelievably hot beauty! That look and the way she carries herself… it makes me want to dive into her depths right now, right on this table!

“Hi, Nazar,” Ann greets shyly, giving a small awkward shrug.

“Hi, beautiful,” I devour the brunette with my eyes, already anticipating a very interesting evening.