Vera the Mistress - страница 14

Larisa gulped down her water. Her hands began to shake visibly. She took a deep breath and continued.

– Ara came right here, to this apartment, to our cozy nest, as I dreamt it to be. She went to the sofa without taking off her shoes and lit a cigarette. This is an amazing woman, in her presence I felt like an insect that she can easily crush. All my thoughts, desires, plans disappeared. My head then was clear. All I had in my head was Ara's thoughts. She didn't say anything, but I knew everything she was telling me. She wanted a baby, my baby. She would not to love and educate that baby. Ara wanted a sacrifice. My child had to be sacrificed to her gods so that she could become pregnant. I clearly understood this. Vera, don't ask me how. Just ask Oleg who Natasha was and why she died on the operating table. I now have a family, a husband, child and business, I haven't seen Oleg for a long time, but yesterday a friend from the clinic called me and told me about you. Vera, run away from them. These three: Oleg, Arina, and Doctor are terrible people. I'm afraid of them, and I want to warn you to stay away from them.

Vera closed the door behind Larisa and sat down on the floor. Forty minutes later, the doorbell rang. Rising with difficulty, Vera looked through the peephole and opened the door. There were two persons standing there. They were two out of three.

Oleg was always mentally weak and very dependent. As a child, he was afraid of upsetting his mother and grandmother, class teacher at school, lecturers and dean at the Institute and later angering his wife. Oleg was soft, weak-willed and very submissive. He tried to choose girls who were mentally weak and much younger. The older he got, the younger his girls he dated. Next to the young, modest and inexperienced ladies he was a macho, handsome man who was sure of himself. Only once in his life he had made a mistake and committed himself to a woman much stronger, brighter and more confident Arina. She was a star. She has always been a star.

Having settled down to work for the firm of Arina, Oleg lost his sleep and quietude. He had nightmares; he could not eat, drink and feel ease. And when he was completely entrapped, Arina came to the department of programmers where Oleg worked and invited him for coffee. The meetings with Ara were pure obsession and mystique. He was drowning in black eyes, not even understanding sometimes whether their meetings were real or only in his dreams.