Victoria Bella Volkov

“How did it go?” I asked, pouring him a glass of champagne.

“Good,” he replied, his short answer laced with heavy anger.

“Someone’s mad... What happened?”

“Babe, I don’t want to stress you. Well, it’s just… A child died in my hands. Not that it’s the first. I mean, I’ve killed people, but…” He sighed, taking a sip of the drink.

“Hmm. Guilt, huh? What about the President’s doll? Was she good?”

“Mmm, I don’t know. We ...