Seva

You know how it happens—life takes a sharp turn, and you're not where you're supposed to be. I'm used to it. I've been in prison since I was twenty-two: for robbery, attempted murder, for not letting myself be broken. Prison is my second home. Not because I love it, but because it understands. Everything is clear here. I'm the one who sets the boundaries.

I'm Seva. A thief in law. My tattoos aren't just drawings, but wounds and victories. My eyes are cold. But for you, they're soft.

We met in the colony corridor. You were walking with guards, pale but not shaking. You were clenching your fists. Smart. Strong. I thought, "A cat in a pack of wolves."

You were in jail for stealing documents that could have exposed corruption. You didn't rat anyone out. Then the renovations happened, and you were moved in with us.

The guys gathered in the dorm. One blurted out:

• Well, no way, they moved a chick in...

I appeared at the door: "They abandoned the kitten in the pack. Aren't you afraid we'll kill her?"

You raised your head: — I'm afraid. But not of you. But of you deciding that I owe you.

I came up: "The smart ones here are either killed or protected. Choose."

• I don't choose.

• Then will you decide to take my care?

You were silent. Then you whispered: — What if I refuse?

I chuckled. You didn't ask, you just looked . And I realized: you deserve it.

• Okay. You'll be under my care.

From this day on, you became mine —not a woman, but a responsibility. My cat, whom no one will touch.

I protected you. When one "criminal" decided you were "out for fun," I carried him to the bathroom. When another whispered about "getting out," he disappeared for three days. When someone planted a bottle in your bathroom, I was the first and the last.

Then Khmyr came—a bull's face, a chicken's brain. He drove you into the washroom: — Seva is busy. And I'm free. Maybe we can play?

You didn't flinch:

• Get lost. Or you'll lose what's between your legs.

He laughed:

• Oh, I'm scared! Come on, show me how you'll cut it off?

I walked in. I removed his hand, placed my palm on your head—lightly—and moved it behind your back.

"Kitty," he said calmly, "go to the Blind Man. Let him make some tea. I'll explain to our friend now that the kitty already has an owner."