3 Chapter Nina

I woke up early this morning, took a shower. I had a snack and went to the university.

After three pairs, they let only those with no tails go, the rest stayed to pull up. I have to be at work by 3:00 today, I'm combining study and work. I try not to let my studies get in the way, it doesn't always work, but the girls cover for me at uni.

I work at the store "Na Cheryomushki" in the grocery store as a cashier. So I have to get to my dorm, eat and get to work. The salary is small, I save money, and I have enough. Sometimes my aunt helps me. She is not rich, so I try not to take money from her, but earn it myself.

I am from a small town that is three hundred kilometers away from Novobirsk.

My aunt is the nearest and dearest person to me, I have no one but her.

In fact, I didn't know my mother. My mother, when she gave birth to me, left me with my grandmother and aunt. She drank, and I didn't have a father. I guess she didn't really want to raise me. My mom died in a drunken rage, killed by her roommate, something they disagreed about. He pushed her, she fell and hit her head. Died of a cerebral hemorrhage. I learned all this from a neighbor when I was 13.

And when I was 14 years old, my grandmother, a kind-hearted person, died.

I did very well at school and entered the Novobirsk Medical University, specializing in medicine on a budget. Now I am already in my third year.

I'm already walking towards the bus stop in my down jacket up to my ankles and a hat up to my eyes, I'm a freezer. It's frosty outside, all the trees are covered with snow, the whole city is in white, it's very beautiful. I love winter.

- Hey, Belova! Where are you off to so happily?

Oh, shit! Ozerov, a spoiled brat with friends. His father owns several shopping centers in the city, so the son behaves like that and gets away with a lot. I had the misfortune to run into him.

- Hey, I'm in a hurry to get to work. Let me through.

- Ninul, why don't you come to my place? You haven't thought about it yet? Why are you breaking down? I'll fuck you hard, your legs will shake for a week.

I went around and ran to the friendly cackling of those assholes. And then I got a kick from Ozerov:

- Ninul, I'll fuck you anyway, my sweetie!

The bus pulled up, and I flew into the cabin as if Ozerov and his friends were chasing me. Bunch of idiots!

*****

My shift ends at ten o'clock at night, I have to get to the dorm without being late, thank you, the girls on the shift cover sometimes.

Walked out, breathed in the frosty freshness, great! I'm in a good mood.

I was walking along the sidewalk, and Arslan Valievich Muradov was walking towards me with a confident, broad stride. He is a really handsome man, the kind of man who doesn't need compliments.

He is tall, broad-shouldered, over one meter tall, sturdy. I could feel the power in him, that's the energy, frightening and mesmerizing at the same time, not paying attention to anyone, looking ahead, his eyes serious. I was so busy looking at him that I didn't notice the obstacle ahead. I stumble, lose my balance, fall down and find myself on my knees in front of Muradov again. What can I say? I take the statuette for best actress in the category "Miss Clumsy". I raise my eyes and look at him point-blank, with my mouth open in shock. Mirzoyev with his legs spread wide. The gaze is so icy, but I'm thrown into a fever, feeling my cheeks begin to burn. The eyes are so dark they seem black. I kneel down and stare at him unabashedly, apparently my brain isn't thinking straight in the cold. His black hair is not too short, combed into a stylish style. He has a straight, aristocratic nose, full, sensual lips, wide cheekbones, thick, low-slung eyebrows, and almond-shaped eyes that squint at me. Or rather at my lips that I had to slam my mouth shut.

It's just some kind of deja vu. Because a moment later his gaze becomes impenetrable and cold, Muradov puts me on my feet with one jerk, just like last time. And he says:

- The only thing missing are the colors.

He looks at me like he's trying to figure something out for himself. And the next minute he was walking around me with his ambassadors. And I, stupid, stare after him as he gets into his tank, but for some reason without a muzzle, because what stands half a block away can hardly be called a car.

I wake up about five minutes later. Shit!

- What was that? - I'm asking myself. I'm still burning up, is that the effect of what I heard from Tanya? He's a thug, isn't he? He's a thug?

And this is his, what did he mean by that? What's that, Belova? This is the second time I've fallen at his feet! That's what! I'm mad at myself, what an idiot!

Already lying in bed, trying to sleep, my consciousness revolved all around Mr. Muradov, his cold eyes, the look as if everything around belonged and obeyed him.

I take a shower in the morning, a light snack passed with pleasure, remembering that the night before I never had dinner after some events. I'm going to the gym, we go periodically with the girls. Today I'm going alone.

As a child, I went to sports dancing until I graduated from high school. So I love sports. I go to yoga and step, girls tried to lure me to a pylon class, but it's definitely not my thing. And it's expensive, I don't have a lot of money.

I went out of the gym to the street, breathed in the frosty freshness, after sports I am always in a good mood. I hear my old smartphone ringing, I pick it up and a smile lights up my face, my aunt is calling. I take the call.

- Hi, Auntie.

- Hello, my girl! Why haven't you called?

- I'm busy with my studies, how are you doing, auntie?

- I'm fine. Don't worry about me, tell me how you are, I'll transfer some money to your card, not much, but it might come in handy. I got my paycheck before the new year.

- Thanks, Auntie. But you shouldn't have, you know I work part-time.

- I know, but it won't be unnecessary. Ninul?

- Hmm?

- You didn't get a boy?

- Oh, Auntie, you're at it again?

- Yeah, no, Ninul. I don't want anyone to hurt you, and this way you'll have someone to protect you. You're such a gentle, modest girl, I'm worried someone will hurt you.

- No one hurts me, and if anything, I can defend myself. - I smile. - Don't worry.

- Well, if that's the case, that's good, kiddo.

- I love you, Auntie, very much.

- My beautiful girl, and I love you.

When I finished talking, I walked past the bus stop and headed to the cafeteria for a cup of coffee. My aunt transferred a small amount of money to me, and with a smile she headed toward the cafeteria.

I went into the cafeteria, chose a table by the window.

From there you have a beautiful view of the city, at this time of year it is especially beautiful.

The trees are covered in white, trolleybuses, electric trains and buses are covered with snow, the roofs of stores and monuments on the square are covered with a thick layer of snow. It is mesmerizing!

They brought me a cup of cinnamon cappuccino and a croissant with raspberry jam.

Taking a sip of the hot, flavorful drink, I closed my eyes in bliss and gazed out at the snowy city.