“Dominik,” my father says, holding out his good hand to shake. “Ever faithful to Lara, I see.” “A man does not drink from a toilet when he has fine wine at home,” Dominik replies dismissively. “Don’t let Isay hear you liken the feminine flowers of Moscow to a toilet,” my father chuckles. “I wouldn’t share a fork with Isay, let alone a woman,” Dominik says.
