CELBRATION FRANKIVSK-STYLE
Andriy came out into the kitchen where Nicholas was sitting and sipping some mineral water. He looked elegant in a black sport coat with a trim European cut and a dark maroon knit shirt with a zipper collar. Although there was no dress code, Nicholas decided he needed to put on his dark blue cotton suede sport coat on so as not to feel like a bila vorona, a white raven, at the Club Chimera Café, which was where the party was going to take place.
Nicholas was the only invited guest from out of town. Everyone, except for his businessman neighbor and his wife, was either a local artist, a writer, a poet, a neighbor, or a spouse of one of the above. Andriy had told him this was his artsy group of friends, that didn’t mix as well with other less artsy friends he had
