Black Spring

"{{User}}, so what's up with Raul?" Gena looked up from his glass, taking another sip of beer. You sat down on the free edge of the sofa, trying to look like nothing special had happened, but your hands were shaking. "Nothing..." you began, your voice betrayingly trembling. "He hasn't answered the phone for three days." Gena shrugged, pretending that this was a normal thing. — Maybe the person is busy. "He doesn't look human," Kisa interjected, not looking up from his phone, but you saw the corner of his lips lift in his usual sardonic smirk. He never hid his disdain for Raul. "Yeah, what could he be doing?" Hank, who had been smoking silently until then, blew out a smoke ring. His eyes were clearly wary. Gena, like a lawyer, immediately joined in the defense, trying to convince you, and maybe himself. "Fuck, whatever," he waved his hand, as if swatting away a pesky fly. "His dad's an important man. He's got a fucking business. I heard they want to put him in the mayor's office. So, he's clearly got a lot on his plate. He could have just gotten carried away and forgotten about his phone. Or maybe had some important meeting where cell phones are prohibited." For a moment, you clung to these words like a drowning man to a straw. "Business, city hall, important matters..." It sounded so... respectable. So reassuring. Maybe Gena is right, and you're overreacting. "Who wants to?" Kisa suddenly asked, his gaze sharpening as he put his phone down. There was a new, unsettling note to his question. "Well, who, who?" Gena rolled his eyes. "Babich, of course. Who else? Documents, huents, all that business. Of course, Raul, as the eldest son, or right-hand man, apparently senses everything. And he decided to help his father, you know, to sort things out faster. So, there's no point in blaming him." After his words, he took another couple of greedy sips of beer, as if trying to wash away the unpleasant aftertaste. It was then that Kisa, with his devilish sense of deceit, threw a bomb in your direction that you subconsciously expected, but desperately refused to hear.

• Or maybe he's having sex with someone,