56 You’re the first

Nazar Yartsev:

I look at Ann and realize that with her, my life definitely won’t be boring. It even seemed to me she was crazier than I am!

Why the hell did I ever think I needed a calm and quiet life partner? I’d be howling from boredom after a while. But with Anya… I’m not in danger of that. She won’t let me relax for a second, I can feel it.

But first, I need to somehow keep her. Break down her barriers.

She thinks I don’t understand that she’s deliberately telling bitter truths about herself in the least disguised way possible to push me away. But MY truth is that it only pulls me in harder.

Yeah, she’s not perfect in some people’s eyes, dirty, immoral, and it pisses me the hell off that she’s had a ton of men, but… I’m no modest virgin myself!

Far from it! Who the hell am I to judge her or preach morality?!

So let her growl and throw sarcasm around, but she won’t manage to push me away. As for… Flick, I need to do something about him. The little punk decided to deal drugs, prove something to himself. I know his parents aren’t exactly clean and are mixed up in illegal money laundering. I wonder if they know their precious son decided to get into drugs? Because that draws unwanted attention from the law to them too. I think I might ask his father directly when he and my father throw another charity reception in a couple of weeks. And for now, I’ll have another very clear talk with Alex and warn him not to come within cannon-shot distance of my Anya, or besides a dentist, he’ll need a bone-setter too.

Yesterday I was seriously scared for my girl. She passed out in the shower and went pale as hell. I thought I’d lose my mind while waiting for medical help to get to me.

Tamara is our good family doctor. Not cheap, of course, but a damn top-notch professional. After I explained the problem, she was at my place within minutes with the necessary meds.

While examining Ann, she noticed her body was exhausted. And combined with the shit she’d taken, it wasn’t surprising the brunette passed out. Her body reacted to all of it and simply couldn’t handle another dose.

Could she have gone on some stupid diet?! I’d never noticed her really restricting herself around food before.

After her confessions about Flick, which left me not knowing whether to laugh or cry, Anya tiredly closed her eyes. She was weak, which wasn’t surprising.

I get up from the chair and leave the room, planning to feed my panther some warm soup delivered from a homemade-food restaurant. I’m not totally helpless and I can cook some things, but not first courses. Those are usually needed after a drinking binge, and in that state standing over a stove is the last thing I want, so it’s easier to order delivery or go to the pizzeria behind the building. But meat with a side dish? No problem at all.

After heating up the food, I return to my bedroom… and don’t find Anya in bed. For some reason I panic and act fast without thinking it through, charging straight into the bathroom.

A stunned Ann looked at me in fear, her mouth full of toothpaste, trying to brush her teeth with her finger.

"What the fuck, Nazar?!" the brunette barked angrily, spitting into the sink. "What if I was taking a shit in here?!"

A pretty fair point.

"Sorry, didn’t think," I admit honestly. "I got scared… The doctor said when you woke up, the catheter could come out. She showed me how," I awkwardly scratch my stupid head, and Ann arches a brow at me with contempt.

"Take it out. I need a shower… and to do some other things. And you better not barge in!"