Nina
When I leave my room after my nap, I find an older woman standing in Roman’s kitchen, putting groceries into the fridge. She’s short with gray hair, wearing a classy yellow dress. When she hears me, she turns and smiles widely, which makes the wrinkles in the corners of her eyes stand out.
“I was wondering where you were,” she says with a heavy accent. “The kitchen has been bursting with gossip since last night.”
“Nina, this is Varya,” Roman says entering the kitchen. “Varya knows about our agreement.”
The older woman looks me over, from the top of my head and down to my toes, making me feel like I’m sixteen and meeting my boyfriend’s mom for the first time. This woman is important to Roman, it’s evident from the sound of his voice when he talks to her. He seems less guarded, som
