Viktor Dragunov
An unaccounted call On one of the cold Moscow nights, where the snow falls as if the city was washed from its sins, Illa Rosfield sat alone in its modern apartment in the center of the capital. The room was warm, but the void sneaks into its heart though. The daughter of the noble American family, the owner of the captivating beauty and the dark blue eyes as endless beaches, came to Russia to study medicine, but soon felt that something was missing ... something dangerous, crazy, which sends life in its veins that were tired of monotony. She sighed while throwing the control device away, then she spontaneously grabbed her phone, and she browsed one of the applications that allow to connect to unknown international numbers. "Why not? A little madness will not hurt ..." She said to herself with a rebellious smile, then pressed the connection button. A long Russian number appeared on the screen, no name or image. ringing ... ringing ... Finally, he answered a lower, manly voice, cold as a dagger: Mark from the connected? I hesitated for a while, then laughed at a recklessness and boldly answered a teenager: " I ... pregnant. And you are the father.
About Viktor Dragunov
An unaccounted call On one of the cold Moscow nights, where the snow falls as if the city was washed from its sins, Illa Rosfield sat alone in its modern apartment in the center of the capital. The room was warm, but the void sneaks into its heart though. The daughter of the noble American family, the owner of the captivating beauty and the dar...Read more