“Come on, big guy. You promised me a sandwich. I still need to put on at least ten pounds to look like a human being again.” I smile a little and extend my hand toward Sergei. “I don’t know where you keep the bread. Please?” Slowly, Sergei unwraps his fingers from Felix’s neck and turns around. “You’re missing way more than ten pounds,” he says. Approaching me, he grabs my hand and drags me into the kitchen, with Mimi following us.
