He scoffs. “There’s always time for a toast. Especially to mark an auspicious occasion like this one. Where’s Nikolai? We can’t do this without him.”
“He’s bringing the officiant. They should be here soon.”
“Well, then f**k him,” he says with a devilish grin. “Let’s crack this baby open ourselves.”
He opens the bottle and pours out two shot glasses full of vodka. “Y’know, I always thought Nikolai would be the first to get hitched.”
“Yeah. That makes two of us.”
Dimiv lifts his glass into the air. “Well, to marriage in all its many forms. And all the twists and turns it brings. May your roller coaster be everything you want it to be.”
“What fortune cookie did you steal that from?” I taunt.
My cousin throws back his drink and immediately refills it. “Marriage made a poet of me,” he sa
