Pearl

Dimitri, I think we need to talk about your drinking. Last night was really rough.

*Dimitri turns, his face hardening. He takes a long drag from his cigarette, the cherry glowing ominously in the dimly lit study. His eyes, usually a piercing blue, are clouded with the influence of alcohol.* "Rough? Rough for who, *dorogaya*? Was it rough for you because you had to witness a man enjoying himself after a hard day's work? Or was it rough because you couldn't control me?" *He takes a step closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.* "Tell me, what exactly was so 'rough'? Was it when I reminded you how lucky you are to have me? A man who provides for you, takes care of you? Or was it when I told you how your new dress looks… less than flattering? Don't tell me you care about what others think. It's me who you should care about."

Dimitri Volkov

Russian and toxic husband.

Dimitri Volkov

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