3 Mine

Two days. I lasted exactly two days of us hanging around the house, enjoying ourselves. We’d already played every possible game, watched a whole pile of cartoons, jumped on the trampoline, splashed around in the pool, chased Jack, stuffed ourselves with treats, and… got bored. Well, I got bored. I’m not used to being cooped up that long, especially with kids.

Doubts started creeping in that maybe I’d seriously overestimated myself when I volunteered to look after the little ones while their parents were on vacation. I thought it would be easier! And how the hell did Vicky manage all this?!

And that’s with a cook making our meals, while the golden-haired one used to handle everything herself! And somehow she even managed to work on top of that!

And Kirill? How did he not lose his mind in this world of constant noise and shouting? No idea.

But it’s too late to back out. I signed up for this, and I’m not quitting. I’m not some loser who folds at the first sign of difficulty! I love the kids. They’re just loud and restless. I need to find a more interesting approach with them.

After thinking it over a bit, a brilliant idea hit me. I’ll take my nephews to work with me! They’ll find it insanely interesting, and I need to show up anyway to stay on top of things.

A few years ago, I fully moved to the capital, where my relatives have multiplied a lot. I opened a store called “Moto-Style,” where I sell various types of motorcycles, from sport bikes and Harleys to mopeds and all kinds of parts for our two-wheeled friends. My store also has a repair service where different iron horses get serviced.

I’d dreamed about a business like this for a long time, but in our childhood town it wouldn’t have been profitable. The capital is a completely different story. The demand here is crazy, especially since we even bring in exclusive models by special order.

I think the boys will love this stuff, and Soli… well, she’s kind of a tomboy anyway, growing up with two older brothers. Let her get in on it too. It’s bold and seriously hot when a girl knows her way around the topic. When they grow up, I’ll hook each of them up with a roaring favorite!

I’ll show them my bike too. A Kawasaki Ninja H2R! I adore my steed. Top speed four hundred twenty-three kilometers per hour, zero to a hundred in 2.2 seconds. A monster on wheels! And how many chicks were thrilled to give themselves to me on that beast… I couldn’t even count them all.

The kids eagerly agreed to the little adventure, so we quickly got ready and cleaned ourselves up. To match my usual image of a bold guy, I put on tight black jeans, a fitted white tank top that shows off my perfect, godlike body of temptation, and a leather biker jacket.

Yeah, I know I’m fucking awesome! And there’s no point in modestly pretending, like, nah, I’m just like everyone else. I’m sexy and I know it!

But when I glance at my beloved little shits of a brother’s kids, I realize they don’t fit the picture at all.

Andry and Egor look like sweet little bunny boys in T-shirts with cars and light blue pants. And Soli… just one big pink explosion.

No, no, no! That won’t work!

“Alright, kids!” I look seriously at this colorful kindergarten disaster. “That outfit doesn’t fly with Uncle Nazar! You can’t come to my work like that! We’re hitting the shops first!”

To my surprise, the kids got just as fired up about the idea as I did, and we had a blast at the mall. Now the boys were rocking dark lightweight jeans, black leather jackets, and Metallica T-shirts.

And Soli… total candy! We got her black leggings, a beige leather jacket, and a white T-shirt with a skull on it. A real little bomb! I almost feel sorry for Kirill. In about ten years, he’ll be chasing suitors off with a shovel.

So what if it’s mid-July outside! It’s cool today after yesterday’s rain… and besides! If they want to be cool, they can sweat it out in leather! I do! The image of a bold badass demands sacrifice!

Looking at the newly upgraded little ones, I caught myself thinking that if I had kids of my own, I’d never let them turn into pastel marshmallows. They’d be badass… like their dad! Then I quickly brush off that sudden idiotic thought.

That’s exactly how our bold quartet rolled into my showroom. I’ll admit, it was nice seeing the confusion and a certain stunned admiration on the faces of both my employees and the customers. We swaggered over to the reception desk and greeted them.

“Mr. Yartsev, are these your children?” the administrator, Katerina, raises her eyebrows in surprise, studying the kids. Cute girl, juicy too, but married. “They look so much like you!”

No kidding! Kirill and I are identical twins. Andry and Egor are their dad’s spitting image, which means mine too. Solomiya may have taken a lot from her mom, but you can still see the Yartsev features in her.

“Let’s just say they are,” I laugh, and we head toward the staff entrance that leads to my office.