Zenovia

“Why are you here?” I asked blandly when I saw my father after opening the door to Maksimillian’s suite. Obviously, he learned about the suite from Mihai. Well, if not from Marisha or Maksimillian himself.

Maksimillian was out to talk with his aunt in her suite, and it was already after dinner. He and I had just arrived from eating out at a Russian restaurant on Strada Mureșenilor. I did enjoy eating pelmeni (dumplings served with either vinegar or sour cream, and I chose the latter) and khvorost (brushwood crunchy cookies).

It was my last night in Brașov, and I’d go back to Iași the following morning, so that...