“You look like you just ran a marathon,” Nikolai observed.
“I’m worn out. At least tomorrow’s Saturday—time to rest.” Viktoriya poured herself a glass of water; all day she’d only managed to grab a random sandwich, and now even that seemed too much.
“Uh… Vik… there’s a problem,” he began.
“What?” She tensed.
“I fought with Valya. I just can’t listen to her anymore! Why did Vitya marry her?” Nikolai sighed. Valya, his brother’s wife, had rubbed him the wrong way for a long time, and ever since his brother had given Nikolai a job in their flower shop, he had to see her every day.
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