(IVANNA)
"Are you even listening to me? This isn't about you and me. It is about Karlen. This is about the kind of a father you are."
He stands close, skin flushing as he sneers down at me. "Wrong, this is about the shlyuhka I've been sleeping with, the one who has been betraying me this entire time."
I have barely planned for it when my hand comes up and aims for his cheek. Unfortunately, he gets a hold of my wrist before I can strike him. Then I try to free myself from his grip to no avail. "You don't get to call me a whore. Let me go."
He releases me like my skin is suddenly burning him. "You were very much my whore. And a good one for that matter. You had me thinking that you were mine, and that you actually cared about my affairs. What a fool I was! Maksim kept telling me that I couldn't trust you, and he was right!"
"Fuck you. And fuck Maksim. I didn't ask for any of this."
