Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 75209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
He shakes his head. “But that is no matter. She’s gone now, and I’m so sorry to hear what you’ve been put through.”
I shake my head. “I thought I was accepted into this program based on my own merit, and it pains me to know that—”
“Vera Ivanova,” Morozov interrupts. “I was the one who accepted you into this program, and you have not only shown me that I made the right decision, but you have proven that you’re capable of so much more than I could have imagined. After the fiasco with Irina, we are going to have to dissolve the program.”
I swallow. “Of course.”
“Will you do the honor of telling me your side of the story? I want to know I have the full picture.”
I draw in a breath and promise to do my best, even though there are parts of it that I’m still confused about. Parts I’m not sure I want to repeat.
“Yes, sir. Of course. I was told that I was accepted into this program. Vera Ivanova is my real name, and I am the daughter of Petr Ivanov, the head of the Russian Bratva here in Moscow and in America. In my home in New York, I was shielded from all these things. I knew nothing about what was happening except that my father was a high-ranking official. My mother kept me away from it all. This is why I don’t even know Russian,” I say with a sad smile.
“And has your mother been apprised of the situation?” Morozov asks quietly.
I nod. “Yes, sir. She’s on her way here.”
He knows. “Excellent. I look forward to meeting her. With your permission, of course. “
“I would like that.”
“Please, continue,” he says in his gentle way. “I interrupted you.”
“The day I was to leave, my mother told me that I would be accompanied by a bodyguard. I didn’t know anything about this, and I was horrified at the thought of someone here knowing that I had a bodyguard. That I was anyone of importance. I just wanted to be. . . me.” My voice catches. “I wanted to know that I belonged here and wanted to prove my worth based on my own diligence to my studies.”
He knows sagely, then shakes his head. “And to think I joked about him being a bodyguard. I mean. . . he looks like one. I’m sorry. So you pretended that he was your husband?”
I nod. “Which probably wasn’t the wisest thing. Probably would’ve been smarter to be honest because look what dishonesty has produced. . .”
“You pretending to be married to Markov was the least of our worries, Vera. I understand why you did what you did, and I don’t blame you. Now, what else can you tell me?”
I might as well tell him the whole truth now. “I fell in love with Markov. At least with who I thought he was. Even though I knew our families would never allow us to be together. Even though I knew that he would never be someone I could be with.” My emotions rise to the surface despite my efforts to keep them down. “He really, truly did protect me. “
“I know. He really was very sincerely proud of you and made that known. And then what happened?”
“Irina was trying to get to my father and needed me out of the way. At least that is what I’ve gathered. . . But it appears she took the scenic route. She said she hired an assassin, and when she saw that Markov wasn’t the man that she hired, she assumed he was here for the same reason and wanted to see how it would play out. She didn’t want to lose her tenure at the college, I’m guessing, or to show her cards to anyone unnecessarily. But I do know that he was shot yesterday by a bullet that was meant for me.” I swallow hard. “She shot my father. And my father didn’t make it.” My voice cracks. I did not have a good relationship with my father, but he was still my father.
“I’m so sorry for what you’ve been through, and I understand why you’ve made the decisions that you have.”
“Thank you.”
“Is there any support I can offer you? You were caught in the crosshairs of warfare, it seems.”
I shake my head. “Thank you, but no. When my mother arrives, we will decide how to proceed from here.” There will be a funeral mass. A shift in leadership. Me figuring out where I go and what I do.
Morozov looks sorrowful. “Vera, I’m not going to press you to make another decision now, but I would like you to think of one thing. As I said, don’t answer me now. But after all this settles, if you decide to go back to America, I understand. However, I’d like to invite you to be my partner in our next adventure. We are going to have to dissolve the studies program here at the college, but if the two of us pool our resources, I’m confident that we could make incredible strides.”