100

KATYA

With all the chaos still unfolding inside, no one notices when I slip out. I head for the front of Nikolai’s hotel to wait for my ride, heels clicking against the pavement.

It’s colder than usual. Not that it matters — my phone starts ringing and warms me up just fine.

Mother.

Perfect. I answer, mostly because I want a reason to stay angry. And she delivers.

“Must you always be a disgrace?!”