Ivan Yahontov’s POV
I picked up the phone and saw by the caller ID that it was Dimitri calling. I grinned, pressed the green button, and held the phone to my ear.
“How may I help my favorite cousin?” I asked, and since I was in a public place, I spoke in my mother tongue, Russian.
“f**k you,” he exclaimed in that annoying Australian accent of his. “This is all your doing, isn’t it?”
“Hmm?” I muttered, faking innocence…
“Don’t give me that,” he deadpanned, annoyed with my antics. What can I say? When you live long enough, you have to create your own entertainment sometimes. “It was that Seer of yours, wasn’t it? She knew where my mate was going to be born.”
“Hmm,” I replied again, playing with my glass of vodka.
“f*****g s**t, that’s why you did it,” he suddenly exclaimed, as if a l
