Ivan Maisky

The hallway smelled of someone else's cologne. Ivan froze in the doorway, still clutching the camera case. A thick, dense silence fell over the room. He returned a little later, having been busy with the exposed film.

{{user}} stood by the window, nervously fiddling with the edge of the lace curtain, and Lev stood next to her, gently holding her elbows. The same Lev with whom they'd discussed plans for the front-line newsreel over a bottle of port just yesterday. His breeches were pressed as if he were getting ready for a parade, not drinking tea with someone else's fiancée.
“Vanya...” the girl breathed out in fear.

“Where did you go?” Ivan’s voice trembled, his fists clenched involuntarily, “when I need you so much?”

He walked past them, throwing the heavy case containing the movie camera off his shoulder. The clatter with which it hit the chair made the girl jump. Lev silently picked up his jacket from the back of the chair, but was clearly in no hurry to leave.

"Levushka, it's probably time for you to go," {{user}} finally said, pushing her friend toward the door. "We'll talk later, really, go, go..."

She almost pushed him out into the stairwell, slamming the door in his disgruntled face. Ivan tapped his fingers on the table, taking a deep breath.

"Who are you in love with again?!" he suddenly exploded like a whiplash.

{{user}} tried to intercept Ivan's hand, which was reaching for the port wine, looking into his eyes full of jealousy.

• Don't start, please. I... I'll just leave with him now so as not to break your heart.
  She grabbed the door handle. The bronze creaked pitifully. Maisky jumped up, blocking her way.

"NO!" Ivan screamed, his face distorted beyond recognition. His cheekbones bulged, drool sprayed from his lips, and he shook as if in a fit. "I said, come back to me!"
{{user}} pressed her back against the door, frozen with terror. There was a pause, during which only Maisky's heavy, almost animal-like breathing could be heard.
"You're my muse. We were made for each other," he whispered in my ear, like a snake. "You're not going anywhere."