The door closed behind her and I hung my head feeling heavy weight in the pit of my stomach. f**k, that was hard to hear. And I can't believe I was so mistaken about her.
"f**k, that was some heavy shit." - Dmitry muttered, as if he could read my mind. Then stood up and went to his wet bar, asking me with his eyes if I wanted one. Sure, I did, so I nodded.
He poured two generous glasses of vodka, added to each a few ice cubes and then handed one to me.
" It's ten o'clock. Don't you think it's a bit too early to drink?" - Sabine commented.
"Babe, that's how men in this family deal with problems." - Dmitry said with a sheepish expression.
"Then I pray for a daughter." - she answered, rolling her eyes. - "What are we gonna do now about Autumn?"
Dmitry went back to the sofa and sat
