In the evening, they dined in the hotel restaurant, which overlooked the sea. Vika was dressed in a new frock she had purchased earlier that day at an embankment boutique. Andrey watched the sunset turn her skin golden and thought she looked magnificent. However, something continued to annoy him.
“Are we going to the mountains tomorrow?” Vika inquired, taking a drink of wine. “I want to take some nice photos for social media.”
“Of course,” Andrey nodded. “We’ll buy some souvenirs at the same time.”
“Does Marina like souvenirs?” Vika inquired innocently.
Andrey grimaced.
— I asked that you not start this conversation.
“I’m sorry,” Vika said, covering his hand with hers. “But sooner or later you’ll have to resolve this situation. We can’t hide forever.
“I know,” Andrey replied gloomily. “I’ll talk to her after my vacation.”
– Seriously? – Vika’s eyes brightened with hope. – Do you promise?
– I promise.
The week sped by. They swam, sunbathed, went on excursions, ate seafood at nice restaurants, and spent steamy nights in their hotel rooms. Andrey almost stopped thinking about his home and what awaited him when he returned. Almost.
On the day of departure, Vika hugged him at the airport.