Just do your job, Maksim.
The ellipsis appears, disappears, then reappears. I can practically feel his amusement through the screen.
Maksim:
Are we feeling a bit testy tonight? *smirking face emoji*Perhaps it’s time we found you a nice, docile wife to settle down with.
Me:
Shut it,mudak.
His reply is almost instantaneous.
Maksim:
As you wish, oh great and powerfulPakhan. Though I must say, your sudden interest in this woman is… intriguing. *thinking face emoji*
I can practically see his smirk. My jaw clenches as I type back.
Me:
Watch it, Maksim. I’m not in the mood for games.
There’s a pause before his next message appears.
Maksim:
No games, boss. Just an observation. You’ve never brought a target home before. Should I be worried? *shocked face emoji*
His words hit too close to home. I stare at the screen, unsure how to respond. Before I can, another message pops up.
Maksim:
Relax, boss. I’m running her prints through every database we can access. Give me a few more hours.
I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding, my fingers moving across the keys.
Me:
Fine. But I want answers by morning. And dig up everything—her… brother, her entire damn family tree, every last detail.
Maksim:
Da, da. Now go get some sleep. Or don’t. Your new houseguest is quite the looker. *winking face emoji*
“YA yebu tebya,” I mutter, tossing the phone onto my bed. It buzzes one last time.
Maksim’s last message pops up:
Love you too, boss. Sweet dreams.
I roll my eyes but can’t help the slight twitch of my lips.
My eyes drift back to the monitors. She’s eyeing the plate of food I left, her arms crossed over her chest. She looks like a stubborn child, and for some reason, it makes me want to smile.
She inches closer to the bed, her movements cautious. Like a wary animal approaching a trap. It’s… oddly endearing.
“Yes, eat,krasotka.” I murmur, leaning closer to the screen.
