✨Andi✨
We arrived at Yekaterinburg two days later. Yuri was a little livelier than the first day. He mostly slept the whole flight which meant I rested above his body or by his side when he did. The stupid cuffs are still on, my bandana now covers it because he stubbornly commanded me not to take them off.
My plan was to get a flight back to New York the moment we landed but Yuri had this bright idea of writing 'just married' on his suitcase. The ticketing lady gave me a lecture about my husband's feelings and that I should be the one to understand him when I said he was impotent. She told me that love is a very precious thing, it should be cherished blah, blah, blah.
"This is all your fault…" I turn my back from the ticketing booth, my cheeks crimson while my fist clenched, with a chuckling Yuri walking beside me. "I hate you, I fùcking hate you!"
