Chapter 42 Forty-two
- Anna
- Several pierogies and a crisp salad later, Viktor and I are laughing over a joke he heard Nik tell one of his men. "It's even better in Russian." He sips on his water, still chuckling. "Fuck, I gotta remember that one for Rina."
- "Do you speak Russian?" Almost immediately, I want to kick myself for asking such a stupid question. "I mean, I hear you say a few words and phrases sometimes, but..."