- Nikolai Volkov:
As we all stood in the living room, watching Dimitri bolt into the kitchen like his life depended on it, the silence hung awkwardly for a moment.
Then Damon cleared his throat. "Well, I'll go take a shower. Be right back," he said, his voice steady, but I could feel the tension he was carrying.
Without waiting for a response, he turned and headed downstairs toward Dimitri's spare room.
Alexei and I stood there, both following Damon with our eyes as he disappeared from view.
For a moment, neither of us said a word.
Then our gaze shifted to the kitchen, where we could faintly hear Dimitri rummaging around, clearly trying to keep himself busy.
Finally, Alexei and I looked at each other.
It took about two seconds before we both burst into giggles like a couple of kids sharing a secret.
We weren't just laughing—we were practically bouncing on the balls of our feet, barely able to contain ourselves.
