THE FUTURE MR. VASOV
THREE
Victoria:
Victoria: You didn’t have to!
Maxim: You’re welcome, zaya. He didn’t need the ear anyway.
Victoria: You’re an overachiever. I only needed pics of that guy roughed up. Do you know who Darius Harrington is anyway?
Maxim: It’s fine. And yes. He’s a businessman.
Victoria: brB. Just helping out at Annenburg.
Maxim: The dining hall?
Victoria: Yep! A student started a food waste program out of there. Morgan’s making it so all the foodstuffs that previously went in the trash go to local food banks. Isn’t that awesome?
Maxim: Very.
Maxim: Morgan?
Victoria: A girl before you freak out
Maxim: Ah
Victoria: We’re always looking for donations
Maxim: My checkbook is yours
Victoria: You say the sweetest things!
Maxim: That’s me. Pure sugar.
Maxim: Though, I’m not sure what I did to deserve the monstrosities you sent me?
Victoria:
Victoria: You didn’t put them on!!! If you had, you’d understand
Maxim: I’m not wearing SpongeBob slippers
Victoria: My presents come specially wrapped. Are you at home?
Maxim: Ah
Maxim: They’re very nice, pchelka. Spasibo
Victoria: You took them out?
Maxim: I did. Where did you get them between last night and now lol?
Victoria: May have had them sitting in my closet, waiting to give them to you. I did the embroidery myself.
Maxim: You did?
Victoria: (Yes. Been a long time since Mama taught me and I might have bled.)
Maxim: That’s why the thread’s red?
Victoria: Da. Thank God your name’s short!
Maxim: I cherish each drop spilled
Victoria: As you should.