02-06-2018, 06:26 PM
It was the second glass of vodka before Oleg spoke. "Vanya, I didn't mean to get you involved in this."
Oleg poured a third glass and let it sit as he searched for the right words. There really weren't any words to say that would make Vanya understand.
"I..."
He downed the drink sitting in front of him.
"They would have hurt you or your mother, and I couldn't have that because Pol dragged me down with him."
Oleg asked. "What do they want from you?"
Oleg poured a third glass and let it sit as he searched for the right words. There really weren't any words to say that would make Vanya understand.
"I..."
He downed the drink sitting in front of him.
"They would have hurt you or your mother, and I couldn't have that because Pol dragged me down with him."
Oleg asked. "What do they want from you?"
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