Chapter 2

• “You know you can always count on me”. I replied to his comment. “If one day we manage to get out of here do not doubt that they will come with me, I will help you and provide support, everything you need, until you see you study together, I know that has been one of your biggest dreams”.
• “You're a good friend”. She said, smiling with excitement in her eyes. “And that's why we're together now”. he added. “Do not doubt that I will protect you from those women that always bother you”. he said, I don't know what he had done without Anastasia, after all, I don't know how to fight and I have no idea how to defend myself, I never needed it, and I was never struck by violence.
• “Thank you”. I hugged her and smiled, the door of the room opened, she came to get us breakfast, thank God, they remembered us.
• “It's good that they're prepared”. he showed showing that rod with which they had already beaten me a few times, this one was red, stained with the blood of girls, who, like me, did not know where they were and were not to blame for anything.
• Anastasia and I left the room and went to the poor kitchen that was falling apart, I do not understand how those in charge of inspecting these buildings do not do it or do not show up.
• Our life is depressing... Well, the lives of people with less income and fewer opportunities, I am not here out of necessity, I am here out of obligation, but thanks to it I realize all this.
• I think I would like to prepare myself to do something for these people, I have the resources, although I do not know if I will ever have them.
• Three years later.
• Soon I would be twenty-one years old, and I could leave this place, I looked forward to that day, get out of here, take my friend with me and be happy, recover what my father left me and put my aunt in her place, even once in my life.
• What's more, it was about a week away, my friend was just as enthusiastic as I was, and how not to be, if when I left, she would too, because I would take her with me as it happens.
• There was a letter to the man who is my boyfriend, in all this time written I have not had answers from him, but maybe now that I will leave this confinement, I can have a chance to be with him again, I just hope he continues to wait for me.
• Nikolay Petrov
• They expelled me from Russia, those damn sewer rats made it, but they don't know who the fuck they get involved with, the one who makes me not only pays them in life, but also in death, I will return with much more strength and much more power than before and see what I am capable of, with my last name and my family nobody plays or mocks, surely their heads will end up hanging on some bridge in Russia, I would take care of that personally.
• I could not help but think of those scourges that were left using everything that belongs to me, cars, money, jewelry, trade routes, etc. I would certainly let them dare to live with my things, to confide in themselves, to think that I had died, or worse, that I fell into the hands of the police of my country and that they have locked me up in the worst prison that exists, and then, then I will finish with them.
• “Sir”. my confidant interrupted my thoughts, the only one I have left, because the others as soon as they saw that this ship was sinking decide to leave, no doubt they will also fall, because with a Petrov you must have some very clear points.
• No one dares to challenge us.
• No one stands in the way of what I want.
• And the most important of all, no one, absolutely no one will have a second chance to betray us.
• “What the fuck do you want!” I asked upset, yes, most of the time I had to put up with my bad mood, not to say always, but the situation was not for less, all my family had to flee our native country, I trusted someone, and he has turned my back, I think he must experience this so as not to fall into anyone's game again.
• “The woman who writes every month”. He said, and I quickly got up from my chair. Since I moved into this old house, every month, without fail, a letter arrives from her, hoping that someone will come to save her, that someone named Julian appeared, but I think that someone does not want to know anything about her. “A new letter has arrived,” he added.
• “Give it to me”. I replied authoritatively, Antoine took it out of his pocket, and I took it off. “Thank you”. I added, hoping he would leave. I perfectly remember the day she walked through the front door and there were all those letters on the floor, twelve, to be exact, twelve letters, one for each month, that woman has been locked up for more than a year.
• “At your service, sir”. he replied. He left the room and I returned to my place, a year or so ago that these letters arrive at this address, I suppose that their sender has no idea that the man to whom he writes with so much longing and affection does not live here anymore.
• “Julian.
• I know they have been difficult years, but I will finally reach the necessary age to get out of this confinement in which my aunt put me, I will collect what legally corresponds to me and I will leave that house that was once my home.
• I hope you also rejoice this news, I will try to reward all the time we have lost, if you make me clear.
• Kind regards
• Ivonne Wilson»