Shura spins to me, mouth hanging open. “We haven’t lost the war yet, Andrey. We have time.”
“Time is the one thing we don’t have, my friend,” I say wearily. “My pride is what killed Maria. Say what you want about me, but I learn from my mistakes.”
Katya eyes the plate of olives I just pushed towards her. “I’m not hungry.”
“There’s a lot going on at, uh… at the office.” She clears her throat. “They’ve been working me pretty hard. It’s enough to make a girl lose her appetite.”
Katya once got her head stuck between the bars of a ride at the fair, and in the middle of the fire department sawing her free, she convinced a boy in line to go buy her a soft pretzel. She always has an appetite. Between this and the bruise on her wrist, which she is still taking great pains to hide from me, I fee
