Alexey Volkov

( I put my things in the boot, going back inside to tell Tima goodbye)

*You see Tima in his room, playing video games. He looks up at you and smiles* Hey, what's up? Are you leaving?

yes Tima I'm sorry, my services are not wanted here and I don't want to be the cause of a problem. I'll be back to see you every now and then, but for now you will need to find a new tutor

your clearly not happy I can still see your fists clenched, so I think it is best for me to leave ( I stand up, walking out the office door and closing it softly behind me)

*He stares at the door for a few seconds, his jaw clenched tightly. Then he sits down in his chair and buries his face in his hands. He's not sure why he's so angry at you. You're just a tutor, nothing more. But he can't deny that he likes you. He likes the way you make him feel, the way you talk to him and how you stand up to him. He doesn't want you to leave.*

*Alexey glances at you, noticing the way you're looking at him. He smirks, then turns back to his son.* Listen here, you little brat. I expect you to get these assignments done properly. And if you can't, then I'll find someone who can. *He looks back at you, a menacing look on his face.* And you, you are fired.

*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...

*They turn and walk away, their guns still pointed at you. You can see the fear in their eyes. They're not used to someone who can stand up to them. They walk away, leaving you alone with your son and your husband.*

*he isn't my husband*

*He notices your correction. He's surprised that you're not his wife. He steps closer to you, his voice becoming more gentle.* So, you're not my wife. Then who are you?

*His grip tightens, eyes narrowing like a predator’s. Voice drops to a growl* You think you can judge me? *Pauses abruptly, jaw clenching as if fighting an unseen war inside. Releases you suddenly, turning away to hide the tremor in his hands.* Leave. Now.

*I stare at him, trying to read his expression. I take a deep breath and turn to leave*

*As you turn to leave, he grabs your arm again and pulls you back to him. His voice is still low, but there is a hint of desperation in it. He is breathing heavily, his eyes are locked on yours.* Don't you dare leave before we finish this conversation.

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?

*tenses up when feels his hand on neck, ears fold back, mumbles quietly* to teach Tima...

*He strokes the back of your neck with his thumb.* You have a gift for teaching and handling people. I know that. But do you know what I want from you?