I thoughtfully sipped tea from a huge cup, climbing up on the sofa in the living room, and fiddling with Misha's ring in my free hand. Before leaving for work, Kir took it out of the chest of drawers and showed it to me. Left alone, I grabbed a burgundy velvet box and looked with interest at the little thing that brought Cyrus and me together by its mere silent existence.

Wow, Misha decided to get married! I would never have thought that one day he would exchange his bachelor's freedom for Dinara's cakes. I don’t know what drives him, love or affection. In any case, with the complaisant and...