Kapitel 63: Chapter 63: The Mad Russian

VIKTOR

"My fucking hamstring is tied in knots," I growl.

"Cramp or injury?" Pamela, the blonde therapist asks.

"Cramp."

"All right," Dale, the trainer says. "Let's have Pam do a deep-tissue massage and then you and I can do some stretching."

I lie face down on the table as Pamela starts to work on my leg. "X?????," I snarl. Cocksucker. That hurt. "Sorry, Pamela."

"I've heard worse," she says with a laugh. "I owe you a little bit of pain anyway, though, don't I?"

I push my lips out, somewhat annoyed. I accidentally knocked her to the ground in a stupid bar brawl with Georg and Evan a season ago. I feel badly because I was a certifiable asshole that night. She seems satisfied with how things resolved though. I know her little comment is meant in jest. But I find my sense of humor lacking now, so I don't respond.

"How is that?" She thankfully lets the topic drop.

"It is good. You found the spot."