Chapter Twenty-Five:

I was happy about my decision to stay in Siberia for two weeks, instead of only one like I originally planned. There was still so much to do, and time was passing by quickly. I stayed at Zlata’s longer than either of us anticipated, catching up on what we’ve both been doing for the last year. She even showed me pictures of her late husband, Bogdan, while I indulged myself with delectable pastries and several cups of hot tea. I felt like I was getting to know a side of my former boss that only a few others have seen, and I cherished the honor. Evgeniya came up in conversation, but I made it clear I didn’t want to stay on the subject. My inability to act unaffected wouldn’t allow me to talk about her for long, and I refused to let Zlata see me cry again. She only witnessed me doing this once, when I was so tired after the incident with Yuri that it rendered me unable to sleep for days. I came into her shop a day or two later, wiping away my tears as I groggily