I actually did not know much about soccer, to me it was just grown men chasing one ball in a big field. It sounded crazy to me but what do I know.
My eyes tried, my mind getting into it but nothing. There were no even goals shot there, just running around and spitting on the ground.
The three bottles were done and I frowned. I could not keep doing the back and forth job. My feet carried me to the kitchen, taking out a metal bowl. I went to take out six bottles then poured ice all over them. I set it before him.
Vladimir seemed to be taking a day off, just spread on the couch watching match after match with his beers.
I wanted to talk, I wanted to say something, it was my chance to get to know him. He had come to the house to take his chill time with me. My heart went
