“Of course. I wouldn’t suggest it if it were not. I imagine you’ll want to rest a bit and freshen up so why don’t we meet out front about six o’clock this evening?”
* * * *
Viktor glanced at his chron for the third time in five minutes. Was Ekatrina going to stand him up? Then he had to laugh at himself. What am I doing, one who has literally all the time in the world, fretting about a few minutes? She’ll come. I’m sure she will.
As if she had read his mind, the young woman emerged from the guest hostel across the commons from the student center. She had changed clothes and now wore a long, flowing skirt beneath a mid-thigh length faux fur coat. Surely it was false. No one with any conscience at all would wear genuine fur these days, even if they could get it, which was hardly likely. T
