I heard a giggle in the background. “For God’s sake, are you with Cyrille?” “No, nuh-uh. definitely not her. Just some loose-moraled floozie I picked up off the side of the road.” I heard Cyrille mutter an almost inaudible “asshole.” Maksim cried out, feigning pain. “Ouch, that hurt. The wife didn’t like that joke.” “The wife needs to learn to share. I haven’t seen you in weeks.” “Aw, do you miss me, little brother?”
