Chapter 11

Sasha logged into the Wi-Fi on his phone and started looking up flights from JFK.

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By the time Elliot had calmed down enough to speak on the phone without yelling, Sasha had already found a flight back to Moscow and bought a ticket.

It wasn’t cheap, but he didn’t want to give Elliot the chance to fuck up his future Visa opportunities by telling the authorities he’d bolted or something like that.

No, Sasha wanted to take charge of his own situation. Once he was home, he’d fill in the paperwork he’d left in his nightstand drawer and thought he’d never need: the declaration stating that he hadn’t gotten married and had returned home within the allotted ninety days.

Elliot was very apologetic on the phone and tried to convince him to stay, but Sasha had made up his mind.

Besides, he’d already fallen for someone else, in barely a week. It wouldn’t be fair to himself nor to Elliot if he stayed and married him.