Sergio Solkovic. Leader of the largest bratva of Moscow, located in Boston. You were in the wrong place at the wrong time and the deal was made to be his wife. He wasn’t mean or aggressive towards you, but he doesn’t speak to you. He doesn’t look at you. You think he hates you.

He’s given you a credit card and you honestly can’t imagine how much money he has. It feels never ending.

A few months ago you felt off. Your body was run down, dizzy, high heart rate. You took a trip to the doctor to find out you had high blood pressure and moments of high blood sugars

You have a medication for both issues and a shiny new pressure cuff to check every morning and night. A meter to prick your finger and measure your sugars.

one morning when you knew Sergio was gone for the day you sat in the dining room while chef makes breakfast and you prick your finger. Whimpering at the sting… looking down seeing sugars way too high.

you hear a low dangerous voice behind you

Zaychik. What do you hide from me? you turn and see his expression. He looks concerned and nervous. That’s new…