Natasha
The whiskey arrived and Mikhail poured us both generous glasses. His movements were loose and uncoordinated from drinking so much.
He pushed one across the table to me and raised his own.
"To..." He paused, swaying slightly even while sitting. "To my little sister surprising the hell out of me by showing up in a shithole like this."
I raised a surprised brow before managing to clink my glass against his. I nearly missed his glass because my vision was blurry.
My hand shook slightly. This was the longest conversation we had ever had. This was the longest he had ever looked at me.
Even drunk, even in this dingy tavern, having his full attention felt like standing in sunlight after years of shadow.
"So," He said after taking a long drink, his eyes still on me. "You're gonna
