CALL ME WHEN YOU'RE NAKED

LENA’S POINT OF VIEW

I slide out of the bed and make the bed before I leave the room. But I keep thinking about Dmitri, he may still in gray. I slowly make my way closer to the bedroom door, looking at Maia in the kitchen behind the door to making sure that she’s not here. “Fiuhh…” I exhale in relief as I saw she was busy cooking our breakfast. I make my way back towards the bed and reach my phone at the bedside, I’m scrolling my contacts to call Dmitri and ask him about the funereal.

“Hey, is everything fine?” I whisper through the phone.

“Yes, he’s just about to in his grave” Dmitri says with a slight of grief in his voice.

“Thank God! I’m sorry I won’t be able to be with you right now. But we’ll meet in Belgium after” I say.

“It’s okay, I understand…” He says.

“Do you know who did this to him?” I ask.

“Our people still looking at it, but I know that was Egor” He says.

“That asshole needs to learn! Don’t worry D, we’ll get him, I promise…” I say.