Ravil
Ravil“Zdravstvuyte, Maykl,” Lucy greets my doorman brightly when we return from our morning walk the next day.
Zdravstvuyte“Zdravstvuyte, Ms. Lawrence,” he answers, smiling. She’s already won over everyone she’s met with her continued attempts to speak Russian. I love the fact that she didn’t stop learning after I allowed others to speak English to her.
Zdravstvuyte“There’s a bit of a situation in the elevator.” Maykl jerks his thumb toward the bank of elevators.
Frowning, I walk over to find Adrian and Nadia, his sister, camped out in one, Adrian’s foot stuck in the door to keep it open. Nadia’s facing the wall, crying, gripping the handrail for dear life as Adrian attempts to coax her out.
I hold the elevator door open with my shoulder. Lucy’s hand gets tight in mine, her eyes
