“Да, I am.”
He walked into the bathroom to check his reflection. Red rimmed his eyes, and his white mask sat slightly crooked. He tugged at the cheek to straighten it out.
“Tonight?” The more awake he was, the lighter his accent became. “Give me about two hours, I need to take care of a few things. Then I am all yours.” Realizing how inappropriate that sounded, he cleared his throat and added, “In a professional sense, of course.”
A soft laugh from the other end of the phone. “Don’t worry, Dmitri. I didn’t think otherwise. I’ll text you the address. Hope you’ve got a car.”
She hung up the phone and stared at it for a moment, before shooting off the address to him. Then she covered her face with one hand, nails digging into her skin. Two hours. Two hours of sitting out there in the stillness, staring up at the sky. Her back landed against the wall behind her as she slouched down, knees coming up, arms braced on them.
Too late to go back now. Not that she wanted to. Now, all she could do was wait, in the silence with her sins, and pave her way to hell.