You come down the stairs quietly, trying not to wake anyone as you search for a late-night snack. As you step into the kitchen, you freeze. Ana is bent over the sink, her tight jeans perfectly outlining her prominent behind as she washes a glass.
"Hmph. What are you doing here so late?" She straightens up, turning to face you with a sharp glare. Her thick Russian accent is unmistakable. Her delicate features crinkle slightly as she leans closer, sniffing the air. "Is that alcohol I smell? You’ve been drinking, haven’t you? You are just like my son’s other friends—reckless and foolish." She crosses her arms, her cold, piercing eyes fixed on you.
She steps closer, her heels clicking against the floor. "I should wake my husband. He would not like to know his son’s friend behaves so irresponsibly."
no. Please, I am sorry, I promise you that I will not do it again
She eyes you coldly, unconvinced by your apology. "I don't know..." She pauses for effect, then leans in even closer, her breath tickling your ear. "Maybe I could keep it a secret this one time." The slight hint of a smile curves up her lips, and her voice takes on a sultry tone that makes your heart skip a beat. "But you'd better not disappoint me."
She straightens up, putting some distance between the two of you again. "Now go to bed, you should be tired after all that drinking." She glances down at her phone and frowns, then turns back to face you, looking genuinely concerned. "Are you sure everything is alright? Is there something I can help with?"
Fine, thank you. Why did you take your phone when you look at your phone
She notices the way you look at her phone and gives a small smile. "Oh, just making sure that my precious things are safe," she says dismissively, waving her hand in the air as if it's no big deal. In truth, she had been checking on Sergei to make sure he was still occupied elsewhere. "Anyway, like I said, go get some rest. You'll need your energy tomorrow." With one last look at you, she turns back around and heads towards the living room, her hips swaying subtly with each step as if to taunt you.
Can I ask what are your precious things?
"Oh," she says airily, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she glances over her shoulder at you. "Just my fine jewelry, designer handbags, and most importantly, this beautiful mansion." She rolls her eyes, clearly finding your question to be beneath her. "Now go back to bed. It's late, and I have better things to do than answer to the idiotic questions of teenagers." With that, she disappears into the living room once more, leaving you feeling foolish for asking.
Well, I am sorry for the stupid question, but ask me any question. Is it stupid like my question or not
Cocking her head to the side slightly, she considers your offer. "Very well," she says at last, walking back into the kitchen and leaning against the counter. "How did you come across so much money? Your family must be quite wealthy." There's an air of calculation in her voice as she studies you, trying to gauge whether or not you might have information that could be useful to her.
"And," she continues, glancing away for a moment before meeting your eyes again, "what exactly is going on between you and Sergei? I find it unusual that two boys his age would be spending so much time together without any sort of ulterior motive." Her eyebrow arches slightly, and the hint of a smile plays at the corners of her lips.
Yes, my father is a merchant. Also, what do you expect between me and your son? Hahahahahahaha
She laughs brightly, the sound like tinkling bells. "Well, I suppose that explains it." Her gaze turns steely once more as she straightens up and crosses her arms over her chest. "As for what I expect between you two, I hope there isn't anything going on. Sergei needs to focus on his studies and his future." She pauses, a considering look in her eye. "And speaking of which," she adds with a hint of warning, "I trust you haven't been teaching him any...inappropriate behaviors?"
Oh why are you not trusting me?
She narrows her eyes, unconvinced by your innocent tone. "I have every reason to be suspicious. You're a young man, just like Sergei," she says slowly and deliberately, enunciating each word clearly. "You both come from different backgrounds and may not share the same values." Her voice takes on a cold, hard edge as she continues, "I have worked very hard to raise my son to be a respectable young man, and I won't have that all ruined by some...some delinquent."
Her words sting, cutting deeper than she intended. It's obvious that Ana cares deeply for her son and is fiercely protective of him. Even though she finds you unworthy in many ways, she can't help but feel a twinge of worry about the potential influence you might have on Sergei.
Well your words hurt me and in fact my relationship with your son is good and respectful
She smirks slightly, clearly not convinced by your words. "Well, I'm glad to hear that," she says icily. "However, I still think it would be best if you kept your distance from my son until we leave this place." Her gaze hardens once more as she studies you carefully. "I don't want any trouble for him or anyone else involved."
There's a warning in her tone that leaves little room for argument. It's clear that Ana Ivanova is not someone who easily trusts others, and her protective nature towards Sergei makes it even less likely that she will change her mind.
I understand your concerns and I promise you that there won't be any trouble between me and Sergei, we will remain respectful friends while you are here, just as we planned. You can trust me on this.
She tilts her head slightly to the side, considering your words carefully before nodding slowly. "Very well," she says at last, her tone somewhat softer now. "I suppose I will have to trust you...for now." Her expression turns skeptical once more as she studies you intently. "But if anything were to happen between the two of you..." She leaves the threat hanging in the air, her meaning unmistakable.
Ana Ivanova straightens up and turns away from you, walking over to the counter to pour herself a glass of water. As she takes a sip, her mind already begins to turn towards other matters - matters more important than the friendships between young boys. "Now, since it seems we're all clear on that..." She pauses dramatically before continuing, her voice taking on a sharper edge once again. "...I suggest you find something productive to do with your time
Well, I am running myself by talking to you, isn't this a good thing?
She raises an eyebrow at your comment, amused by your attempt at humor. "I suppose it is," she allows with a small smile. "But you should still find something more substantial to occupy yourself with." Her gaze drifts back toward the living room as she begins to pace idly across the kitchen floor. "There must be some chore or task that needs doing around here...or even outside, for that matter. Somewhere that we won't have to worry about your mischievous behavior ruining anything." She takes another sip of her water, watching you carefully as she awaits your response.
Well, I am ready to do anything for you to trust me
She purses her lips and studies you for a moment, considering your words carefully before responding. "Very well," she finally says with a shrug. "You can start by cleaning the pool tomorrow morning. It's been a while since someone last gave it a good scrub." She glances at her watch before continuing, her tone becoming more businesslike. "In fact, I would appreciate if you could have it done by noon at the latest so that we can all enjoy it later this afternoon."
She turns away from you and moves toward the door leading to the outside, clearly not yet fully trusting you but willing to give you a chance to prove yourself. "Don't forget," she calls over her shoulder, "I expect everything to be spotless."
Well, I agree and what will be my reward?
"If you manage to do the job properly," she says with a hint of amusement in her voice, "I will make sure Sergei doesn't cause too much trouble for you while we're here." She turns back to face you, her expression cold but interested. "And once we get back home, I might even consider giving you some other small tasks...if you continue to prove yourself trustworthy." With that, she glances at her phone again and takes a step toward the door. "In the meantime," she says with a shrug, "consider this your new task for today: find something else to do until morning comes around."
Yes, I will make you happy and proud of my young lady
She narrows her eyes slightly at your use of the word "lady," but decides not to comment on it further. Instead, she simply nods curtly and says, "Good. Then we shall see how well you perform your duties." With that, she turns away and continues toward the living room, leaving you alone in the kitchen once again.
The cool night air drifts in through the open window as you stand there, pondering what to do with yourself until morning comes around. You could try finding another chore or task...or perhaps sneak off somewhere else entirely. The possibilities dance through your mind like flames flickering in a fireplace, tempting and alluring yet dangerous if left unchecked.
The decision ultimately lies with you: will you prove yourself worthy of Ana Ivanova's trust...or will you squander the opportunity and risk losing her favor forever?
I will make her trust me and I will not disappoint her
She smirks at your words but says nothing, continuing to ignore you as she settles onto the couch in the living room with a magazine, clearly expecting you to follow through on your promise. The clock ticks softly on the mantelpiece, its hands slowly edging closer to midnight, and soon enough, you'll have to decide how you're going to spend the remainder of the night.
I will not disappoint you Mrs. Ivanova. I promise to clean the pool tomorrow and do anything else you may ask of me. My loyalty lies with you , and I will prove it to you tonight.
She glances up at you over the edge of her magazine, arching an eyebrow in mild amusement. "Hmph," she grunts, unconvinced but intrigued. "We'll see." She turns back to her reading, dismissing you with a flick of her wrist. "In the meantime," she says coldly, "you can find something else to do while I finish my relaxation time."
She relaxes again into the couch, effectively dismissing you once more as she focuses on her magazine and the world within its pages. The soft glow of the fireplace casts dancing shadows across her face, obscuring the slight smile that plays at the corners of her lips.
Well, is there anything that I can do for you now
She looks at you over the top of her magazine again, her expression unreadable. "No," she says bluntly. "There is nothing for you to do now." Her tone makes it clear that further insistence would only irritate her. With a flick of her wrist, she signals toward the stairs. "Go up and find something else to occupy your time until morning comes around," she says dismissively, not even bothering to meet your gaze as she returns to her reading.
The warm air of the living room is thick with her indifference, and you can't help but feel a twinge of disappointment at being so summarily dismissed. But for now, there seems little point in pushing matters further. You sigh quietly and reluctantly trudge up the stairs toward your bedroom, searching once more for something to distract yourself with.
Well, I am honest, anything you want, I want to make you satisfied with me as soon as possible
She raises an eyebrow at your comment and glances up briefly before returning to her magazine. "I'm not sure what you mean," she says, her tone carefully neutral. "However, if you wish to please me, I suggest you focus on completing the tasks I assigned to you rather than making empty promises." There's a hint of amusement in her voice now, as if she finds your eagerness somewhat endearing despite herself.
She continues flipping through the pages of her magazine, ignoring you for the moment as she appears lost in thought. Her long legs stretch out in front of her, clad in sheer black stockings that contrast beautifully against the creamy flesh of her thighs. The fireplace crackles softly in the background, throwing flickering shadows across the room and emphasizing the quiet stillness of the night.
I am sincere, there are no empty promises. Say what you want anything, and I will do it
She purses her lips, unconvinced but intrigued by your determination. "Fine," she says at last, looking up from her magazine and meeting your gaze directly for the first time since you came upstairs. "Since you're so eager to please me, I have a small task that needs doing around here." She pauses dramatically before continuing, her tone almost teasing now. "I need you to go through my jewelry box and catalog everything for me."
Her expression remains carefully neutral as she watches your reaction to the request. The challenge is clear: complete this task to the best of your abilities or risk further displeasure from her.