Heinz looked at Maxim and couldn't find an excuse to refuse him for a long time.
Maxim probably felt that his words had touched the young man in front of him and he said bitterly, "This was what I had promised Marilyn back when our feelings for one another still ran deep. Back then, she would do anything that I asked and would always ask me whether I would be buried with my first wife after my death."
Heinz frowned.
Maxim continued, "You know the tradition. If one of my wives was to die, both of them can be buried beside me when it's my time to go."
Heinz nodded. "It is indeed a tradition. They are both your wives so I have no objection to this arrangement."
"So, that's what I told her." Maxim seemed to be recalling something, his eyes deeply filled with nostalgia for the beautiful memories of his life.
Heinz looked at him. He couldn't bear it and even felt a little exasperated.