Chapter 15
“Where is Leonid?” I ask Roman during breakfast. “I haven’t seen him for two weeks, and last evening, I saw the guys taking out his things.”
“He’s gone.” He reaches with his hand and takes his orange juice.
“Gone, like he doesn’t live here anymore?”
“You could say so.”
“Roman?”
“Yes,malysh?” He looks at me and stuffs the fork piled with scrambled eggs in his mouth.
“You killed him, didn’t you?”
“Of course, I did.”
I choke on the piece of bread I just put in my mouth and reach for the water. “You cannot tell me that kind of shit during breakfast, Roman.”
“You asked. And he tried to kill me first.”
“So that makes it ok?”
“He was planning round number two. Does that fact make it more bearable for you?”
“I guess.” I think about Leonid trying to kill Roman again, and conclude that I would probably kill him myself in that case. “Yes. Nobody tries to kill my husband and gets away with it. You made the right choice.”
“I’m glad you approve.”
“I do not approve of killing people. I just... I can live with it in this case.”
“You have really strange views, Nina.”
“Since I’m living in your strange world, I guess it’s fitting.” I look at the clock and jump up from the chair. “We’re going to be late for that wedding.”
“What are you wearing?”
I smile mischievously, take a fistful of his shirt, and pull him toward me. “You’ll have to wait and see.”
I kiss him and start to pull back, but he grabs me around my waist and drags me into his arms.
“If you play with fire, my little flower,” he says in my ear while his hands hook around the waistband of my jeans and start pulling them down, “you may get burned.”
“We will be late.”
“Do you think I care?”
Nope. And I don’t either. “How durable are those chairs?”
“Let’s find out.”
While he takes off his sweatpants, I remove the jeans and my underwear, and climb onto his lap.
My legs are too short and dangle in the air on either side. Even when I stretch, I can’t touch the ground with my toes. “I don’t think this will work, Roman.”
He looks down, failing to stifle his laugh. “Jesus, Nina. You are so tiny.”
“Should we move to the bed?”