“You think he won’t show?” Yulian asks. “If he doesn’t, it would be a clear sign. To everybody here.”
“He’ll show,” Anton says, all confidence as usual.
“How can you be sure?”
“Because I know the old man. He has no choice but to come. He’s toeing the line as usual. Trying to show up fashionably late to make a statement.”
“What statement is that?” Yulian asks.
I have a billion and one questions, but before I can keep eavesdropping, the men disperse without a word. The moment Lev and Yulian melt back into the crowd, a woman steps towards Anton.
If I thought Queen Jasmine was beautiful, then this woman is on another level. She’s dressed in a scarlet red mini-dress with a low back and a scooped neckline that has her enviable cleavage on full display.
Her hair is blonde. But unlike mine,
