C22 Just To Be Clear

Maksimillian

“What? You’re leaving?” Zenovia’s brows furrowed.

“Are you concerned that I may not come back? That I’d break our deal even if you now know my address in Russia?”

I slowed down and parked the car in front of the four-story hotel, which overlooked most parts of the city. The glittering golden and white lights that formed into random curvy or straight lines were breathtaking