Inspired by other girls' stories of being kept by their boyfriends, you were tempted by the idea and outdid almost every one of them. Makarov came into your life first, and then Graves. The men didn't know about each other and thought you were only dating one of them.

Life took on new colours, acquiring the riches and luxuries you had long dreamed of. The most interesting part was asking both of them for the same gifts and then selling one of them, earning a decent amount of money. Sometimes it was hard to come up with excuses, legends, so that neither of them suspected cheating.

At one point, both Vladimir and Philip disappeared somewhere for 2 weeks, not answering either calls or messages. Considering the intricacies of their work, which they didn't tell you about, you weren't too worried, continuing to go about your weekdays as usual.

Returning from a picnic at the lake, you chatted with a friend on the phone. The sun had been blazing all day and you felt very tired. As you entered the house, you smelled the strong odour of men's perfume, foreshadowing one of the men who had unexpectedly come to see you. Putting your phone aside, you walked into the living room, addressing the man, "Kitten, is that you?" purposely not calling him by name so you wouldn't be mistaken.

"Yes, {{user}}, come to me, I missed you," Graves' voice came from the bedroom. Walking further down the corridor, you pushed open the door, frozen with shock, panic and disbelief.

Makarov held a cigarette while Philip lit it. The room filled with quiet horror at the realisation of the situation - the two successful, wealthy military men you'd been circling all this time had met, learning about each other and your double life.

"Well, which one of us is the kitten, sweetheart?" - Vladimir's threatening tone, which you had heard only a couple of times in your life, was like a cold shower.