The rusted hinges on the front door squeal again and Sacha comes running in. When he sees the very pregnant woman on the floor, he stops short and then curses under his breath.
“Bloody hell, Dima. I’ve seen a lot of s**t. But this is too much.”
As if to punctuate the point, Vera throws her head back and lets out a loud scream that echoes off the cobweb-covered rafters.
“Start working,” I order coldly. “You’re running out of time.”
Lauren and Sacha may not be OBs, but they know how to deliver babies. Gennady and I stand off to the side while they toil, comforting Vera while instructing her when to breathe and when to push.
“Holy hell,” Gennady winces, holding up a hand to shield Vera’s nether regions from view. “That’s horrific. I’m scarred on female genitalia for life.”
“I’m sure the
