“Dorogoy, chto ty tut delayesh'? Ya uzhe nachala volnovat'sya.” Maksim sighs. “Pochemu? Ya zhe tebe uzhe govoril pro knigu. Posmotri syuda.” He points at the book and then lifts his gaze to me. “Ty vidish', kakaya ona krasivaya?” Ekaterina scoffs at the display case. “Gospodi. Kniga kak kniga. Zachem tebe eto nuzhno?”
