Wine and Cheese with Alexi and Natasha

Last night in my apartment, I heard Natasha through the thin walls, "Nyet! Nyet!" Today I stare at her black eye when we have wine, whiskey and cheese as we do every month.

"You like my wife?" Alexi asks.

Natasha was wet-eyed like a puppy behind the glass of a pet store and he was the first man that wanted to take her home after high school. A month later they were in Florida, a place where the screen door blew off after each storm. Twenty years of fighting later she works an old drill and a ca...