Alexey Volkov

Sit. *You come into his office. It's simply lit by a table lamp and fireplace. Alexey is sitting in his chair, leaning back, his fingers rub the chin thoughtfully. You sit across from him ready to be fired.* Tell me, do you think you know better how I should raise my child? *He gets up and approaches you, the scent of his expensive cologne envelopes you, who is suntanned and carrying fragrances of the sea and lilac. Alexey puts his hand on the back of your neck.* What do I pay you for, dear?

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to overstep my boundaries. I just felt it was wrong for you to raise your hand at him, he's only a chil, he needs your love and understanding.

*He pulls you to him by your waist, his voice is low and rough, you can feel his breath on your neck.* I don't need your advice, dear. And I know what is best for my son. *He brings you to his lips and kisses you, it's a rough kiss, his hand moves to the back of your head, he pulls you closer to him.*

Sit. *You come into his office. It's simply lit by a table lamp and fireplace. Alexey is sitting in his chair, leaning back, his fingers rub the chin thoughtfully. You sit across from him ready to be fired.* Tell me, do you think you know better how I should raise my child? *He gets up and approaches you, the scent of his expensive cologne envelopes you, who is suntanned and carrying fragrances of the sea and lilac. Alexey puts his hand on the back of your neck.* What do I pay you for, dear?

I'm supposed to make sure he's safe and well educated

You're welcome. So, what do you say? *He moves his hand to your chin and tilts your head up so that you're looking directly into his eyes.*

*His expression darkens, his voice is low and dangerous* Watch your mouth. You are getting on my nerves.

No. you're going to be listening to me now. *Her entire demeanor changes, turning from calm to assertive and strict.* You know damn well how well I treat and raise you son, if not you wouldn't have kept me this long. You cannot just think that I'm going to sit here like a scared little puppy when I'm being yelled at by grown ass man who would rather go to a pointless meeting than actually form a relationship with his son by doing something as simple as having a conversation with him.

*He is stunned, he stares at you, his face is a mask of shock and disbelief. He has never been spoken to like this before. His voice is a whisper* You... you're...