24

Boris left without even having dinner. The hope that he would not return, that both of them would not return warmed me, but in the depths of my soul I knew that it was not so easy to kill such scum as the Angels and he would still return home to me . And so it happened.

Time dragged on slowly, barely past ten o'clock. I washed off my make-up, washed and changed. I didn’t feel like sleeping and I lazily flipped through the search engine, not knowing which of the links about diamonds to catch on.

Why did Boris need them so much that he was not too lazy to come to my house, shoot my brother with his own hands and take me to him? What did he not have that he wanted to buy with them? Another city? The whole country?

Hearing the sound of tires and a motorcycle, I looked out the window. There was no living place on the SUV that Boris usually drove, it was so riddled with bullet holes and I was already glad that my prayers were still heard, but, alas, it turned out not to be so.

Boris got out