“He signed a contract to supply plumbing, but not the right batch,” Dmitry rushed through his words, fearing interruption. “Now he owes—a lot.”
“Do you have a moment?” Dmitry asked, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. A guilty glance toward the kitchen revealed the faint scent of burnt pasta. Svetlana wearily closed her laptop, rose from the sofa, and without diverting her eyes from her husband, reached toward the stove. Despite the faint aroma of charred noodles, … Read more