Viktor took his time answering. He chewed the last piece of chocolate, opened the refrigerator, took out a beer, and closed it. I followed each move very patiently, even though I knew he was doing it on purpose.
"He's taking a bath, now he's going to come out," he answered while uncovering the beer.
There was silence. Meanwhile, I stood in the middle of the room, holding the bag in both hands. That uncomfortable, heavy atmosphere, that there was something unresolved between us, thickened so much that I suspected that if I raised a hand I could feel it. I wanted to move, but I didn't know where either, so I pretended to watch the walls and everything that came my way.
“Oh hello, lamp.
"Hello, lying b***h.
I shook my head. What the hell...? f*****g lamp, or f*****g conscience? I made a
