“He knows. He remembers. You need to talk to him.” That’s the last thing I want to do. Two years. That’s all I need to get through before I can hide out from everyone. Where I can make sure people forget about Radimir Novicov. “I don’t want to.” “Then … I don’t know. Scowl at him a bunch. Give him the evil eye.” “I do not scowl.” “And I’m not a former fuckboy. This game is fun.”
