Nikolai
Longest. f*****g. Poker night. Ever.
I was ready to be done before it even started, and now that it’s finally wrapping up, I can barely contain my irritation. To make it worse, Dima didn’t come to Chicago this weekend, so being here feels especially meaningless.
“What’s your rush?” Adrian asks when I snap at him to pick it up.
Oleg signs to him that I have a woman waiting—or something like that.
“I liked it better when you didn’t talk,” I grump at him, then instantly regret it, because I know it takes effort for our mute brother to even attempt to participate in conversation. “I’m just kidding, man.” I punch him lightly on the shoulder. “Sort of.”
He shakes his head at me, then signs, you go.
“Can I go?” I look around. He and Adrian almost have everything wrapped up.
“Why n
