Irina's POV 

The woman walked closer to the table, her heels made clicking sounds on the marble floor with each confident step.

She reached out and touched Alexei's shoulder sweetly, almost lovingly, her fingers traced the fabric of his expensive suit. She looked at him with gentleness. You could tell she was in love with him.

Alexei immediately shoved her hand away roughly. "Katya," he said. His voice was thick and dark. It was obvious he was disgusted by her presence. "What are you doing here?"

Katya, so that was her name.

She didn't reply. She looked around, her eyes fell on me and she chuckled. The sound was cold...