Chapter 43: Caught in the Act

Two days later, I sat in a bar with Anton having a drink. He seemed to be in a good mood, and I was curious if something good had happened to him. I had missed Irina so much that I just wallowed in self-pity as my pride wouldn't let me call her or text her. I was so relieved when Anton called me over and I welcomed the distraction.

“Share the good news, Anton,” I encouraged him as we clinked our glasses. 

“Nothing new. I got laid,” Anton chuckled. 

“Come on.” I spat out the mouthful of whisky I had in my mouth, shocked by his words. I used the back of my hand to swipe it away.

“I am serious,” Anton chuckled. “Gleb, when was the last time you got laid? You always seem uptight.”

I smirked and Anton smacked my back, already knowing the answer to his question. We burst into fits of laughter.

We left the pub quite late, and the designated driver arrived just on time. My phone buzzed with a text from Irina. ‘Come to the boxing club.’