Kirill

I take… "The money's on the table," he throws, not even letting me finish. "Your well-deserved compensation for the time we played at love and had fun." “W-what?” I whisper. “What did you say?” "You were always smarter than you pretended," she chuckles, looking at me with eyes full of sadism. "Don't make me disappointed in you as we part. Take the money and go. I don't need you anymore. I've played enough." "Have you played enough?" I swallow my tears. "Have you had fun?" “Yes,” he nods, smiling broadly. “Did you think I’d ever want to spend my life with someone like you? A nameless girl from an orphanage? No… Of course not!” he laughs in my face. “What a naive fool you are.”