Maksim trails of when I drop the bottle of vodka. It crashes against the ground as I throw my head back and bark out a long deep laugh.
Life rushes through my limbs all at once, washing away all emptiness and the hell that came with it.
I'm breathing, *No!*
I'm *alive.*
Fuck.
Fucking fuck.
She actually got me. She nearly drove me insane, but all this time, she was in Russia doing fuck knows what.
She wants to kill me next time she sees me?
By all means.
Anything for my beautiful wife.