Artem threw himself onto the couch and screamed in frustration. Ravil could've been dead by now, and no one cared. He threw a pillow to the ground in blazing anger, then buried his face in the couch and sobbed hysterically.
He had finally gotten to America. Been so close to having a perfect life with Ravil. He had been so close.
And now Ravil was gone.
This was the second time he'd lost Ravil. He recalled the joy he'd felt when he'd finally found Ravil, and then he screamed again, because he knew he'd never feel that joy ever again. Never again would he have the privilege of wrapping his arms around Ravil as they slept, or of eating Soya bars together for dessert.
Artem swore. He swore against Russia. He swore against Larionova, against Izmaylov, against any Russian government official who crossed his mind. He swore against himself, because really, this was his fault.
He hadn't been good enough, strong enough, fast enough. He should've never even let them take Ravil. But now Ravil was gone, possibly dead, seemingly to never return, and it was all Artem's fault. Over and over, he cursed against himself, and sobbed until he passed out.
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Otkroveniye Complex // Book 1 of the Takaryev Series
Mystery / ThrillerRavil Galkin doesn't have much of a past, but as far as he's concerned, he's a completely normal person. Sure, he's a college drop out and basically a shut-in, but that's alright with him. But there's a whole different depth to the situation. An oc...
