Page 39 of Virgin Bratva Prisoner

Anya flops down onto the poolside lounger and stretches her feet out in front of her. I do the same, still confused about why she is nothing like the rumors led me to believe she would be.

“Do you help your brothers—I mean with the business?”

“Oh gosh, no. I’m not really interested in that at all. I just recently started my own little side business. I’m really excited about it. It’s a perfume company. I get to have scents made from scratch and it’s so much fun. Next time I come visit, I’ll bring you a bunch of samples.”

“That does sound fun. You can always smell exactly how you want to smell.” I grin.

“What do you do?” she asks, rolling onto her side to look at me.

“I am studying—um—I was studying to be a doctor. I got accepted into the university here in the city and the lessons start in two months.”

“Wow. Are you kidding me? A doctor? That’s so impressive. So, you must be pretty smart then.”

“I guess. I don’t even know if I can still study with everything that’s happened. It’s a real dream of mine. One I really don’t want to lose.”

Oleg arrives with two long glasses, filled with bright pink icy liquid and strawberries. I’m really impressed.

“Gin and vodka,” he says, handing them to us.

“It’s really pretty,” I say, admiring his presentation.

“And they taste amazing,” Anya nods, releasing the straw.

“Listen, girls, I need to do some work. Are you two ok down here?” He is looking at me even though he’s talking to both of us. I nod. “I’m fine down here.”

“Me too,” Anya says. “As long as you left all the stuff out so we can make another one of these later.”

“It’s all there,” Oleg says, grinning as he walks off.

Anya turns and waits, watching until he is out of sight. Then she spins towards me. “I could not believe it when they told me he was married. I was so shocked.”

“Why?” I ask, curious as ever.

“Because Oleg is soresponsible. He’s the most level-headed man I’ve ever met. He’s the dependable one of all my brothers.”

“Really?” I guess I never really saw him that way.

“Yes, for sure. He never gets into any trouble, and always takes care of the rest of us. He also hates violence—so I guess that’s one of the reasons he avoids trouble. He’s the complete opposite of my other brother, Alexei. Alex was born in trouble!—“she laughs loudly.

It’s so strange sitting here chatting to Anya. I am learning more about Oleg from her than I do from him. But it makes me think, and I realize that I never really bothered to even try and get to know Oleg.

It has been a really weird situation and I was really angry.

I still am, I mean, it’s not like I chose to be here, married to him. But seeing as I am here, maybe I should at least try to find out more about him.

The way Anya speaks about him—she really loves her brother. She looks up to him and they have a good relationship.

Anya is also very similar to me. She isn’t interested in the Bratva lifestyle at all. It sounds like she has been very sheltered from it by her brothers. She has an innocence about her that suggests she really doesn’t know much about it at all.

I know enough to know that I don’t want to know.

All afternoon, Anya and I sit together talking by the pool.

We have three pink cocktails—the second one we make ourselves and the third one Oleg comes downstairs from his office to make for us although, I think he just wanted to check up on us.

He seems nervous to leave me alone with his sister for some reason.

Maybe he’s worried she will spill his secrets.

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