One month later
ASYA'S POV
My phone rings as I'm rearranging my closet for the third time this week. I found that folding stuff helps me keep my mind thought-free. Funny thing, I've also started sorting my clothes by color.
I reach for the cell and see that it's an unknown caller. Only a couple of people have this number because I'm still using the phone Pasha gave me. Somewhere deep inside, I'm still hopeful he'll call, but it's been nearly two months.
"Yes?"
"Asya?" a vaguely familiar male voice asks. "Can you please put that piece of shit on the line? He's been ignoring my calls for weeks, and I have a clusterfuck on my hands at Ural."
I raise my eyebrows. "Kostya?"
"Of course, it's me, sweetheart. Who else has such a sexy voice? Oh fuck, please don't tell him I called you sweetheart."
"Tell who?"
"Pasha, of course. Can you please put him on? It's taken me two days to crack the password on his email account to find your number. Things here are getting disastrous."
