“Wanna hear something?” I ask. “The day of Popov’s atrocious wedding carnival—” “Svadba, you mean?” “Yeah, that. Once I parked my car and was headed toward his mammoth house, a black cat crossed the road right in front of me.” “Don’t tell me you believe in foolish superstitions.” “I didn’t. Not until that day, that is. Ten minutes later, though, I met Drago’s sister.” I shake my head. “A pack of rabid dogs is less of a menace than she is. So you tell me there’s nothing to that bad omen.” “Some cultures believe that black cats bring you good luck.” “I guess I’ll find out soon enough.”
