"Higher!!"the instructor yells at us while hitting the ground with his stick. "Arch your back even harder, ladies!! God, Anya!! Lift your goddamn leg higher!!"he yells again. "You know what?! 20 minute break. " Finally.. all of us fall to the ground as we hear about a break. We've been dancing for hours and he keeps yelling at us like we're half deaf. Everyone hates him.
Andrey Bruhn. The most famous ballet master in Russia . Every single one of us hates him because for him, nothing is enough and if we do something right he just sighs and says "Finally." then makes us do it all over again and again until he snaps and
starts cursing ,leaving us to take a break. The man is literally heartless.
"Katerina!" a deep voice of a man calls my name and as i turn to see who it is i see me father standing at the door next to a man i ....seem to know but cant remember where from.. Maybe a worker from my dads mafia... My dad is the leader of the Ivanov mafia he got from his ex leader that died. As dad was his most trusted ,when the old ass man died ,he gave all his worth ,money ,everything ,to us. We grew up poor since my mother had divorced my father and left him with nothing but the house. I was just a baby.. I never met my mother and neither did i get to at least see a photo of her because apparently he had burned them all...
I walk to my dad and greet them. "Sweetie, this is is Mr. Antonov. He is a friend of our family and i would like you to meet his son." he said looking at the old man. Dad wanted to make me marry someone soon so he can give his mafia lead to my future husband and for me to continue my ballet career. He always thought that a woman should be married
before having a kid and continued to think that about me. He was strict about me going with random guys at school but was very happy to set me on dates with other mafia sons. It's honestly driving me crazy. I never liked anyone my dad set me with. They were either too possessive and strict or either too soft and shy. Never impressed me.
The date just started and I'm already bored of it .I had accepted the date for my father to be happy but the boy was so boooring. I swear that for a second i fell asleep while he was talking
about his passion of investigating more of squirrels. " Excuse me, I'll be going at the ladies room." I excused myself so i can leave in the bathroom and talk with my dad.
One call. Two calls. Three calls. On the fourth call he finally answered. "Yes ,sweetie?" he asked like he didn't just ignore my other 3 calls. "Dad. I'm bored. I don't like this boy and I'm gonna leave." i said re-touching my red lipstick in the bathroom mirror. "What? Why? Did he do something?"
No. just talked about squirrels all date.
"No but he's not the one i wanna wake up to. Beside the ugly face, he's just a bore." i said calmly. "Katerina. You need to find someone .You can't just reject everyone."
Yes i can and I'll be happy to do it
"I know that. But i guess this one isn't the one either ,dad."
"You always say this ,Katerina. Fine. But be sure that you will be married." he said then hung up. I then left
the bathroom going back to the table. "You came back!" he said smiling. "Yes... but I'm afraid i actually have to go now... Maybe we'll meet again?" never. "Bye~" i said taking my coat and walking faster outside.
"Finally-"i sighed as i got out the door but suddenly bumped into someone.
"Well well.... Who do we have here? " he asked with a smirk while his Russian accent added a certain harshness to his voice.
Kazimir Alexeev
The son of the Alexeev Mafia and my personal enemy. I hated this man so much that I'd happily kill him then strangle him with his own organs.
"What brings you here ,little devil?" he said while running a hand through his black fluffy hair. He was wearing a tight white neck length blouse and some black jeans. The blouse fit his body perfectly, showing his great worked body and veiny arms..
"Why do you care?" i asked taking a step back. "Just curious.... I mean.. Katerina... in a dress... I never get to see you like this...Only I wonder for who are you so dressed up for...." he said in a low husky voice while circling my body coming right behind me and ending it in a whisper at my ear while his hands were now on my waist.
I was indeed dressed up fancy. I usually wear baggy jeans or sweat pants and a tight blouse. But right now? I was in a beautiful black dress with a sweetheart neckline and long, puffy sleeves. The bodice fitted and the skirt is a flared A-line style. I loved dresses.. But beside the dates i go on , i have nowhere to wear them.
"Fine. I was on a date. Not that you know what that means, because it clear that no girl would go out with you.." i said stepping out of his hold and turning to face him.. " I know what it means ,little devil.. And come on.. you know the ladies love me.. Especially ... my touch..." he said in almost a whisper as his face had leaned in closer so i could feel his breath on my skin .
"I told you to stop calling me little devil!!" my voice raised as i pushed him away making him not even stumble. "You know i don't listen ,little devil.." he said grinning and checking me out with his grey-ish blue eyes.
"Katerina? You said you needed to leave..