RENEEThe door swung open sometime past midnight, hard enough that it woke me from whatever sleep I had drifted into. I sat up sharply on the bed, my heart already hammering before I'd even fully registered who was standing there silhouetted against the dim hallway light.Maxim.His shirt was half unbuttoned, collar askew and his tie from earlier today was gone entirely. His hair looked disheveled and he looked nothing like the calm man that I had come to know over the last couple of days.He swayed slightly in the doorway, one hand braced hard against the frame like it was the only thing keeping him upright, and it took me only a second to place exactly what was wrong with him.He is drunk."How'd the party go?" I asked, keeping my voice carefully flat, watching him closely as he stumbled a few uneven steps further into the room, nearly clipping his shoulder against the doorframe on his way past it.He mumbled something incoherent in response, half in Russian, half in English, the tw
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