Kirill
I AM sitting across from my father. I should never have accepted his invitation, but out of respect for my brother—Dmitry—I am now facing my father, whom I despised the most, now that my mother is out of the picture.
No one can replace how I hated my mother. She was at the top of my hate list, and my father was second to her. Now that the b***h is dead, my father claimed the number one spot.
I have the vilest parents. I never grew up being treated as a son; never once I experienced being a normal child.
But oh well, thanks to them, I became like this.
“You agreed to marry Katya. That’s good.”
If only I know how to f*****g laugh aloud, I will laugh right in front of his sick-ass face.
“That’s old news. I am not going to marry a dead woman.”
My father was about to drink his vo
