Ilona wakes up with the first rays of sunshine and reaches over the bed for Veles. She jumps up in alarm when her arm comes across the emptiness of the bed. She climbs out of the bed and picks up the first thing she sees. It turns out to be a soft satin robe that must belong to Vesna. She ties the sash tightly around her waist and pads barefoot to the kitchen. She stands in the doorway, quiet, frozen and with a smile on her face observing the sight before her.
Vesna is sitting at the counter with a mug of coffee in her hands, she’s looking at it as if all the answers she seeks are deep in the dark liquid. Veles is sitting next to her, his coffee cup in front of him on the table, one arm resting next to it and the other slightly raised in the air. He is just pointing his finger at random
