Dmitry deposited his wife and dog in the pet-friendly room at the Residence Inn, a small one-bedroom with a kitchenette and televisions in every room. Sabina was like a kid on vacation, looking in every cupboard and closet. It reminded him of their honeymoon at the Ritz in Moscow when they were teenagers.
He thought of the first time he saw her dabbing Prussian Blue paint out of a tube onto a pallet and then mixing it with yellow ocher to make a green as vibrant as her eyes. He’d watched her from the hallway to the painting studio, transfixed by her graceful brushstrokes and pensive gaze. At that moment he knew his life would have meaning so long as she would marry him.
They spent two heavenly months painting together in Gorky Park, taking long walks along the Moskva River, and visiting
