Chapter 29

I stayed for a while with Dmitry, drinking and looking at the night sky. We didn’t really talk, instead, we enjoyed each other’s company in this comfortable silence. Dmitry finished most of the drink as if it was water and not Russian vodka — probably one of the strongest liquors there was, while I only took a sip here and there, mainly because I still wanted my head attached to my neck when I woke up in the morning. After a while, I decided to head back inside. “I’m gonna head back inside. Someone needs to make sure none of these punks break anything.”