“Says who? And I didn’t know you were such a domesticated cat, Viktor. You act all tough, but it’s actually all white noise.”
“Watch it, you little disrespectful fucker—”
“Meh. Losing respect for you as we speak.”
Finally, they notice my existence, and their bickering comes to a halt.
I face Viktor, “My father is dead. Announce it, make arrangements, and do whatever it takes to get me the will from the lawyer.”
He pauses for a second before he comes to his senses. “Yes, sir.”
Sasha, however, remains frozen long after Viktor disappears around the corner. Her lips are parted, her stance is stiffened, and she looks like she’s seen her worst nightmare.
“What do you mean dead? He can’t…?”
“He can’t?” I repeat.
She opens her mouth, but it closes again, then opens, like a fish out of wat
