It's been a few moths since my attempt to steal Crown Jewels but for some reason, Nadya seems to be going easy on me than normal which is odd…
"Dinner!" she yells as I am pretty happy.
The food here is pretty good here, too bad Good Frog never tried it.
I get out of my cell following the others to the mess hall and get in line.
"Do, how's Nadya?" one of my fellow prisoners mock.
"Shut up!" I yell punching him.
Being world's most dangerous frog has it's perks, people fear you and other thieves admire you, imitate you.
"Constantine, causing trouble again?" Nadya asks, her eyes brightening.
Oh man…. My cheeks are getying red.
"Maybe…." I reply with a half grin.
"Just keep it clean!" she said touching my mole with a finger.
Sometimes I wish society didn't think us weirdos.
If Good Frog can have that annoying, self centred pig, and nobody cares, why can't I have Nadya?
After dinner, the other prisoners just hang out until it's time to go back in our cells for lights out but I normally stay in my cell, I prefer being alone compared to them.
Spending your tadpole years alone can do that to you, but I bet my partner in crime is in a cushy cell in some American prison but that's okay.
"Back in your cells!" I hear Nadya yell.
I basically get my lime green blanket that I knitted myself out, wrapping it around me as it is very soft but it's better than the hard cell floor getting drowsy as it being soft, it soothes me.
Later around three in the morning, I hear footsteps thinking it's Domimic sitting up seeing somebody beside me with coffee and pastries.
"Hey Bad Frog." Nadya says making my cheeks go red.
"Hey." I say.
"I missed you, your doppelgänger wasn't much fun." she states.
"Oh Kermit frog?
Yeah he is puny, never would survive in gulag too long, compared to me." I state proudly.
She saw me eat a Danish but quiet.
"He's all sunshine and rainbows." I say.p
She spits out coffee laughing which is music to my ears as we have been friend's since childhood, we met in kindergarten and became friend's and more but Dominic and I moved away.
Tbe first night in gulag was like this, she almost didn't know me until she read my file and we spent the entire night talking like right now.
Around sunrise, she leaves and I get tired lying down closing my eyes...
"Things are better here than the outside sometimes..." I mumble.