Your burden is my burden.

We arrived at the airport and Brian ordered two tickets for Moscow. We would take the train there to go.

We sat in one of the seats and waited to be called to board.

I was about to fall asleep when a phone rang in Brian's jacket. I opened one of my eyes to see which phone was ringing.

"It's yours. An Ivan."

Ivan, Ivan, Ivan... I will never cease to be amazed. This boy was unbelievable.

"Yes?"

"Are you free tomorrow night?" he asked.

I glanced sideways at Brian, whose head was thrown back and eyes closed, thinking about something he wouldn't tell me until his mind was clear.

"Yeah. Sure. What do you have in mind?"

"Do you know the party that the Embassy is preparing?"

I laughed. Of course I knew it, and he knew it too, but I had to ask, I had to see if Maisie was right.