It was almost ten in the evening when we came out of that lovely restaurant.
"I'll take you back to the Comittee. It is late." He drives the car while I cling to his arm, watching the flickering streets of Moscow.
"It's only ten o'clock in the evening, in NY it's only 3 p.m. Tomorrow is Sunday."
"You want to go somewhere else?"
"Let's drink Krupnik at your place" He looked directly at me. I smiled at him.
"Why? I've even slept in your apartment. Did you forget? Can't you come to your apartment?" He kept quiet.
"Is it not allowed?" I asked again because he didn't answer me.
"Yeah fine." He agreed.
I messaged Odelia that I would be opening their vortex to NY from Mikhail's apartment. I chattered happily the whole way.
I just wanted to spend more time with Mikhail. But then something occurred to me. Did Mikhail not answer because he thought that I was asking him…Wait a minute!
