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I ended up fucking both of them or rather they fucked me a couple of times until exhaustion took over me and I almost fell asleep on the red velvety enormous couch that served as a bed.
A couple of hours later, worn out and somewhat ashamed, I picked up my clothes from the floor, put them back on, and left the room. Igor and his men greeted me as I emerged.
In the center of the room, a grand crystal chandelier, reminiscent of those at the Anichkov Palace, bathed the space in a mystical glow. Below it, a large round wooden table, laden with alcohol, brought the men together, echoing the tale my father told me about King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table. It was a reminder that unity is the best defense against chaos and disorder.
As a sudden silence fell during my walk of shame, Igor stood up and gestured for me to take the seat next to him.
I sat down, looked up, and that’s when all the men erupted in laughter at the sight of my face. Some offered me vodka, others patted me on the back, and a few announced proudly and loudly that I was now a grown man.
The combined sound of music and the strong smell of alcohol and sex made me nauseous. As I turned and vomited on the floor, the table trembled while women, wearing only panties, danced and splashed champagne down their chests.
The scene was so obscene, yet I couldn’t help but lift my head, wipe my lips, and stare in wonder at the show.
I was seventeen at the time.
That night, I became a member of the strongest, meanest, and richest mafia in all of Russia: the Silas clan.
Chapter
Six
“Life’s under no obligation to give us what we expect.”
- Margaret Mitchell
Sofiya
A light breeze tickled my nose like a soft feather, gently disturbing my well-deserved restful sleep.
I lazily scratched my face and tried to drift back into the world of wonderland.
I groaned as a bright light flashed across my eyes, and I futilely tried to shield my peace with my free arm.
With a sigh, I surrendered to the light and opened my eyes.
I lay barefoot on a light blue blanket in a white summery dress, surrounded by a lavender field, holding a book. My red nail polish sparkled in the sun, and beside me, a small basket was half-opened, revealing an egg sandwich, lemonade, and a blueberry lemon-glazed muffin—my favorite. I must’ve taken a nap, but thankfully, I rested next to a tree that shielded me from most of the sunlight. I reached for the muffin, took a big bite, and savored its sweet, zesty flavor.
Closing my eyes, I hummed softly in satisfaction.
After finishing the muffin, I licked my lips, picked up the book, and continued reading.
The sad tale was about a young boy who lost his parents to the Black Death and found solace in the starry sky and the lonely moon. The boy waited each night for the moon to appear, as it became his only friend.
“My dearest friend,” he would weep, on his knees, tears dripping down his rosy cheeks. His small, dirty hands rested gently on his knees. “Like the rest of the world, you left me to fend for myself,” he’d sniffle, a small smile forming on his face. “Yet, unlike any others before, you consistently reach out to me in my darkest moments, to look after me and light up the path to follow.”
He would embrace his frail frame as the moonlight illuminated his face and sparkled in his dark eyes.
“And for that, I am grateful to you.”
After spending a few moments in silence, contemplating the beauty of nature and the quietness of the night, the boy would return to the barn where his modest bed—a haystack covered by a small grayish duvet—awaited him. He would fall asleep lulled by the sound of crickets, with a heart full of hope and gratitude in times of true despair.
A butterfly landed on the pages of my book as I wiped tears from my face.
Loneliness is a universal feeling endured by everyone at least once in their lives. As this little friend appeared out of nowhere, its beautiful and mesmerizing wings reminded me of the moon for the boy. It showed me that, in times of great darkness, there will always be someone or something reaching out to us if we open our eyes and hearts to endless possibilities.
Suddenly, the wind picked up speed.
The sky darkened, the leaves of the trees fell harshly, and in an instant, heavy rain began to pour. Hundreds of crows swirled around the tree I was sheltering under, and a scream escaped my mouth as some of them targeted and tried to attack me.
