THE BATTLEFIELD OF LOVE
Part 32's. It's Me 3
"That's good, you should be in a corner so you can fight back." I remember seeing him not wanting to fight the guy who hit him, I thought he was going to be beaten to death.
"Actually at that time I was ashamed of you, I was a man who did not dare to defend myself at all, but you are a nine-year-old child, a woman, even dare to risk defending people you do not know. That's why I said I should thank you for slapping me that day." This time I felt like he was saying something really. I'm glad he could have changed better.
"Hmm.that's good. Well, you're paying for lunch."
"By pleasure." He smiled broadly now. And right now I can feel he at least has no malicious intentions due to the background of our past encounters.
From a skinny little boy who doesn't get taken care of to a handsome Russian mafia, with a beautiful blonde bodyguard always by his side. Not disappointed. But against the background of Russian oligarchic family access why his childhood seems so heavy. Everyone has their own story, their own struggle I dare not ask and touch personal life as deep as that.
"Is your family here?" I'm curious now.
"No, in Moscow." He answered briefly.
"You're from 14 years of boarding school here."
"Yes 13 maybe I was stranded for a year in Montreal before you found me." Perhaps being so far apart from the parents made it through the difficult moments of that time.
"Oh you're stranded? You mean you got stranded how, you got dumped off the ship?" He grimaces.
"I was banished from Moscow by my stepmother when I was 13, I was escorted to a dormitory and left there."
"Hmm so." Well for a 13-year-old boy, from Russia, it must have felt like he was thrown out of his lapel, not that it was a hard time for him.
"You have frequent panic attacks?" He switched the conversation to me.
"Lately not, just I'm being .. a lot of thought I guess."
"Can I help? You got a problem?"
"You don't go to work? Aren't you a model?" His series of worried questions made me smile.
"The fashion industry has not fully recovered. There are only a few who have started to give work, but even then the pay is now quite standard because they are just starting again. I'm just taking the ads and the runway invitations for sure, not casting for the runway show."
"You should have a name already. Easier to get a job."
"Perhaps because I've been in this world for 17 years."
Our food came later, she was talking more general things about the model industry.
"Sasha? Yes, of course, I know, she lives in Montreal like me, her fellow models too, she's more diligent than me. Take casting and so on. Ohh yeah I remember, he said his parents were also Russian-born, you know him."
"You know him?" Alexsey thought for a moment. "He's a distant brother, I just introduced recently I didn't know I had a distant brother here..But you better not tell me you know me."
"Ohh, why is that?"
"Our family has a complicated relationship, let's just say Jovovich and Mashkov are ..hostile." Brother but hostile, it seems that their enmity is serious until he says so.
"Unfortunately, Shasha and I know quite well because they worked together several times. Turns out you guys are hostile." My friend is Shasha Jovovich's enemy, the world of the Russian mafia is complicated.
"I didn't say enemy, just complicated. But I'm serious about better not saying we know okay."
Better not to ask what the complicated is. Maybe it was his mother's brother because their surnames were different. And he seriously reminded me not to say that we were friends.
"Is it dangerous for me to say I know you?" My question even made him think and not answer me directly. I go straight for the creeps. It seems that this family of Russian oligarchs is very complicated. I don't want to get involved with complicated people like this.
"I can't be sure, but you better not say you know me. It'll be complicated later, I can't tell you the details, but if you ask me what's dangerous, not if you say you only know me." He can't be sure, harmless friend, but more than a dinner buddy there's something going to happen, it's scary.
"That means it's dangerous to be friends with you?"
"It's not. Only better he doesn't know. I can't explain it to you in detail. Don't ask anymore." I think a lot of things can cause that.
"Ehmm does she seem to know something I shouldn't know, do you have a wife in Moscow? You're afraid your wife knows you sent flowers for me?"
"You've been watching too much drama." She laughs. "No, not that, just don't say okay." Mangkin forbidden me all the while curious, actually why I shouldn't say it, Shasha is not his family, he definitely knows who Alexsey is.
Someone came to our table. This time it wasn't his assistant blond, but someone in a black suit whispering to him. He's nodding.
"I have to go. Maybe we can talk later."
"Yes fine."
I saw him leave. There were two people in black suits who went with him. Is that his bodyguard, why does he have a bodyguard? Is there any danger in loving it?
His life is clearly not simple.