“The second one was good. They just took it out of the oven when boys started coming in for lunch. Everyone who passed took one or two, and in five minutes, they were all gone.” She laughs. “Oh, she was so mad.” “Why? Did she want to eat them all by herself?” Varya turns to me, and there is a mischievous and satisfied look in her eyes, like a cat who got the cream. “No, Roman. She was mad because they didn’t leave any for you.” At that moment Nina raises her head, our gazes connect, and she smiles at me. It’s like the sun has suddenly broken through the dark clouds, hitting me with its warmth,
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