His Wicked Heart

Chapter Eleven

tarantism
(n.) the uncontrollable urge to dance

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PAST
ONE YEAR AGO

GENEVIEVE

Gen
Who is this?

Despite knowing who had texted me, I played it dumb. Because why not? Three dots appeared on my screen, indicating that the other person was replying back.

Unknown
You still haven't saved my number on your phone, dorogaya?
I'm offended.

I chuckled at the facetious reply that appeared a moment later. I hadn't saved his number yet, but well, I definitely did know who he was when he texted me.

Gen
Accept my apologies, sir.
But, who are you?

Before his reply came, I quickly saved his number on my phone.

Aleksandr
It's Aleksandr.

Gen

I see.

Aleksandr
And I see that you see, dorogaya. Kindly elaborate on the conversation.

A bright smile appeared on my face. He said nothing swoon-worthy, yet I felt sheepish, ridiculously happy. The tiredness from before completely drained off my body the moment I saw his message.

Gen
Hello, Aleksandr.

Aleksandr
You can call me Sasha if you want. And hello to you too, Genevieve.

Sasha. I tried pronouncing the name vocally.

Gen
I think I like Aleksandr more.
Gen. You could call me that.

Aleksandr
I'm honored to have this privilege.

Gen
You're oddly dramatic when you're talking online.

Aleksandr
Is that a compliment?

Gen
What do you think?

Aleksandr
Thank you very much. I appreciate it.

Gen
...

Aleksandr
😄😄
Back to the topic, let's meet?
By the way, how was your day?

Aleksandr using emojis? That's very un-Bratva-like. But that did manage to bring laughter out of me. I could express my emotions more efficiently when I wasn't in the presence of people.

Gen
Let us. But when?
My day was tiring, but okay. Yours?

Aleksandr
How about tomorrow?
Mine was fine too.

I don't know how much longer we chatted afterwards, but when we were done with our little talks, I fell heavily asleep with a refreshed mind and a joyous smile.