Dante
"Dante," Ivan says. Now we are alone in the same room. "I want to inform you about something. Judging by how relaxed and calm you look, I doubt that you are already aware of it."
What're you saying? I just hope it's not something related to that damn Bachman.
"What's going on?"I lean forward, resting my arms on my legs to focus my gaze on him, already sitting on the other sofa. "Spill now. You know I don't like suspense, let alone unpleasant surprises."
He sighs deeply and looks at me.
"A few days ago, I went to the bar. Filippo, "he means the owner of the place," told me that Tamara is pregnant."
I don't know why he's telling me this. What she does or what happens to that w***e means very little to me.
"And why should I care?"I'm asking, but I wanted it to be more of a statem
