AS SHE SWUNG HER legs over the edge of the bed, Misha felt every muscle in her body groaning. She clenched her eyes as she dropped back on the bed, her arms down at her sides. She did not want to get up this morning, and she wouldn’t, either, except it was her turn to open the store and feed the animals that lived inside. Vasily had volunteered to open the pet store, assuming she would be too hungover to wake up, she knew, but it wasn’t fair to him to expect him to do it. After all, he had been up just as late as she was. He just didn’t drink as much. As she tried to open her eyes, the sudden spinning reminded her just how much she actually had to drank.
Just then, she felt the bed move, jostling her, just seconds before something wet started lapping at her chin.
Sliding her head away f
