“How about you put your money where your big mouth is?” Rurik snaps.
“Sure.” Maksim pushes all his chips in the center. “How’s this? All in.”
Whistles slice the air. Slavik and Rurik follow suit, too competitive to let someone else steal the spotlight. Kazimir, too,because he’s an agent of chaos and thrives on it.
Anton folds. Zhenya keeps her cards close, lost in thought, and doesn’t say anything.
“Something on your mind, sestra?” Anton asks.
“Maybe she misses the gossip,” Kazimir says. “Maybe she actually wanted to play bridesmaid.”
Zhenya shoots him a glare that says I’ll turn you into a bridesmaid if you don’t shut the f**k up. But then her face turnsthoughtful again.
“The wedding will be good for us,” she says.
“Forgive me if I don’t
