I fulfilled an appointment to visit Uncle Alexie and Aunt Katarina the next afternoon. Mom made sure we did. However, we are responsible for this because the shooting took place in our area of control. Mother asked me to accompany him to Moscow the next day especially.
"Actually he doesn't live here anymore, he has his own condo not far from the Committee. But I forced him to stay a few days to see how he was doing." Madam Katarina explained to us.
"This is for you Katarina."
"Ohh Alexa, what did you bring? I hope you bring me French food."
"I brought you Ratatouille, Tarte Tartin, Beef bourguignon. You must like it. Our chef made it special."
" бы́ло о́чень о, аси́бо!"
[fsyo bý-la ó-cheen' fkús-na, spa-sée-ba]
Everything was very delicious, thank you!
"Ah Cara, Mikhail is in the library on the second floor. Margie will take Cara there." Mrs Katarina smiled kindly at me and had a maid escort me.
"Okay, I'll see him."
