“I’m sorry about yesterday,” Maxim said, looking down at his shoes. “I didn’t mean to make a joke out of something important.”
Maxim Artemyev cherished his Friday mornings. There was something about the stillness of the city, just after a night’s rain, that made everything feel calm. The air was fresh with the scent of ozone and blooming linden trees. Maxim leaned back in his chair on the balcony, savoring his coffee as he gazed at his … Read more