Ksyusha

“Sorry, traffic jams,” I justify myself to a client I was late for a meeting with.

A handsome young man with blond hair and bright blue eyes rises from the round table and smiles without the slightest displeasure on his face.

“It’s okay, I’m not in a hurry,” he tells me.

He pulls out a chair and, making sure I'm seated, takes the seat opposite.

What amazing gallantry for a man of his age! Sleek type with manners. Fashionable clothes, stylish hairstyle, dazzling white teeth. On the phone, I imagined Timofey a little differently. Not so young and arrogant. He obviously enjoys the fact that he, the son of...