I stare at the silver vile in front if me. "What's in it?" I ask bluntly. "Water?" Nikolai hesitantly answers. "No its not" I plainly reply. "Then it's Vodka...?" He states, but it sounds more like a question to me. "I don't like Vodka" I frown, pushing the frayed chair out I get up. "Wait!" He clings desperately to my legs. My (e/c) eyes turn to the roof, taking their sweet time examining the cracks and crevices. "Tell me what's in it then" I bargain. "Fine," he sighs.
"..." he hesitates, "It's-" a knife flies past his head. A smirk forms on his thin lips. "I guess someone doesn't want you to know" he says, scampering away. I scrunch up my nose and glare at his retreating form. "I bet he planned that "I mutter angrily.
Rolling my eyes, I pry the knife from the wall. Engraved upon its handle are the words 'Я люблю цябе'(translates to I love you). A ditzy smile lights my faces, anger disappearing into the chilly air.
"Love you too, you idiot" I call out. I really do love that idiot, after all he's my idiot.
But what was in that cup....?