60.A giant Dutch clog in St. Petersburg

Dimitri

It was late afternoon when my mother pushed the wheelchair that she had insisted on renting so that I would not make unnecessary efforts. I obviously intended to return it as soon as possible, but in my hurry to leave the hospital behind, I accepted everything she proposed without arguing.

It was so good to be home. I watched the walls of the elevator, longing for it to go up faster, all I wanted was to get into my apartment and find Blair!

" I can see your anxiety, you can control yourself a little, she won't run away," Masha sneered.

She had accompanied my mother while Blair continued to stay in the apartment to clean up while she waited for my arrival.

" Quiet," I muttered in a smile as I drummed my fingers on my leg.

" Don't get on your brother's nerves, he can't wait to see the new decorations in his apartment," my mother scoffed.

I frowned, lifting my face to face them both. What's all this about new decorations?

" What?”

But before I could have any answer the elevator