The door to the bedroom opened and a feverish Sabina staggered out in her nightgown.
“Go back to bed, lyubimaya,” Dmitry said.
lyubimayaHe glowered at Schilling. “Now you’ve woken my wife. It’s late, Mr. Schilling. I think perhaps you should go.”
“Please go, Nick,” Jessica pleaded.
“I’m sorry to have bothered you, Mrs. Durchenko,” Mr. Schilling said to Sabina. He turned to Jessica and said, “Let’s go, Dolce.” He got up from the table and put his hand out to Jessica.
“I’m staying,” Jessica said, voice shaking. Her face was flushed and tears were welling in shining blue eyes. Schilling put his hands on her shoulders and tried to caress her neck, but she flinched and shook off his touch.
“Let me take you home, Jessica,” he said.
“Lolita can take me home,” she said, moving farther away
