and then Natasha got pregnant. He always called her Natasha. I don't remember her last name. Yes, Natalia Tikhonova. He took her to have an abortion at a friend's clinic, but she died. Oleg began to cry, saying that Ara can't have children, that he is a traitor, and the last bastard. He also said that he loved his wife like a goddess, like a shrine, and would never have a child with a mistress. Then the next morning he woke up, sobered up, obviously remembering our dialogue in places, behaved aggressively for the first time. I've never seen Oleg so angry. But after he left, Arina called me.
Larisa swallowed and gulped down a glass of water. Her hands began to shake visibly. She took a deep breath and continued.
– Ara came right here, to this apartment, to my nest with Oleg, as it seemed to me. She went to the sofa without taking off her shoes and lit a cigarette. This is an amazing woman, in her presence I felt like an insect that she can easily crush. All my thoughts, desires, plans disappeared. His head was clear and bright. All I had in my head was Ara's thoughts. She didn't say anything, but I knew everything she was telling me. She wanted a baby. My child. My and Oleg's child.But not to love, not to educate.Ara wanted a sacrifice. My child must be sacrificed to her gods so that she can become pregnant. I clearly understood this. Vera, don't ask me how. Just ask Oleg who Natasha Tikhonova was and why she died on the operating table. I now have a family, a husband, a child and a business, I haven't seen Oleg for a long time, but yesterday a friend from the clinic called me and told me about you. Vera, run away from them. These three: Oleg, Arina, and Anatoly are terrible people. I'm afraid of them, and I want to warn you to stay away from them.
Vera closed the door behind Larisa and sat down on the floor. Forty minutes later, the doorbell rang. Rising with difficulty, Vera looked through the peephole and opened the door. There were two persons standing there. Two out of three.
Chapter 10
Oleg was always mentally weak and very dependent. As a child, he was afraid of upsetting his mother and grandmother, upsetting the class teacher at school, upsetting the headman and dean at the Institute, and later angering his wife. Oleg was soft, weak-willed, and very driven. He tried to choose girls who were softer and much younger, and the older he got, the younger his companions were. Next to the modest and quiet gray mice, he was a macho, handsome man who was sure of himself one hundred percent. Only once in his life he had made a mistake and committed himself to a woman much stronger, brighter, and more confident, ArinaZlatykh. She was a star. Ara always was a star.
Having settled down to work for the firm of ArinaPetrovnaZlatykh, Oleg lost sleep and peace. He had visions; he could not eat, drink, or live. And when he was completely in a loop, Arina went down to the floor of programmers and invited him for coffee. Meetings with Ara were an obsession, a mystique. He was drowning in black eyes, not even understanding sometimes their meetings were in a dream or in reality.
ArinaPetrovna always and everywhere moved with a strange man, her deputy. Suleiman Kaysarov was the shadow of the boss, her adviser, and her right hand. In the huge ZlatykhCorporation, which occupied several floors of an elite office building, everyone knew Suleiman and was afraid not only of his words but also of his look. If he approached someone's office or called them, they knew that things were bad, that the employee had cheated or stolen important data to sell to competitors in the IT industry. Everyone in the firm knew that for a huge salary, bonuses, and official employment, only two qualities are required: loyalty and professionalism.
Oleg was the only person who was left alone with Arina without her deputy. They could talk for hours about technology, upcoming exhibitions, and programs. Gradually, the fear of the domineering beauty began to give way to other feelings. The guy now came to her every morning with a report, they drank coffee and could not talk enough.
Oleg and Arina were standing at passport control in Sheremetyevo. The direct flight from Moscow to New York was delayed for two hours due to heavy snowfall, so they slowly stood in line for the standard procedure of checking documents, received stamps in the passport that they were leaving the country, showed open visas and slowly entered the Duty-Free zone. Unbeknownst to them, they held hands and wandered from boutique to boutique in anticipation of the flight. The working trip abroad coincided so well with Valentine's day that Arina opened a visa for Oleg without even asking, and added him to the list of speakers from Moscow. The guy was excited, it was the first time he was flying abroad with a girl. Or not a girl? Boss? And the apartment in the hotel? Joint? He would like to share it. He felt that he had fallen in love with his boss like a boy, even though he had never kissed her before and had never dared to ask her out.
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