Malyshka
I whimpered softly as he grabbed my hand in his.
‘Sasha, I…’ I attempted, flustered, but lost my train of thought as he looked at me adoringly.
Moments later we were sitting by the fire. Every muscle in my body tensed when I saw Lyosha approaching us. Sasha stood up and extended his hand to Lyosha who accepted it pulling him into a one armed hug. The two exchanged words and laughed. For a moment, I thought that I had imagined their last exchange, but Lyosha’s swollen nose and bloody shirt assured me they had just fought. Talk about mood swings.