Medieval insanity

rk?" Mom's voice rang out behind him. "Are you all righ

a walk. "No, mom, it's all right, I was thinking about busines

iled, putting him on the head. "Xenia, come help me,

the unfinished glass of whiskey in his son's hands, he shook his head in displeasure. After looking at the

ink alcohol!" Andr

small sip and said with a serious expression on his face: "Andrew, Vic

, he wanted to see the activity report of the Le Stagioni. And before you protest, I'll add that I agree with him. It's true the last

ms, but now the situation is improving. You know we've signed con

shareholders will calm down, Víctor'll stop showing increased attention and

s the holidays, let's sit down at the tabl

swered quickly, glad to change

luding Oleg in the conversation. Andrew sat in silence, nodding and agreeing where necessary, under the fiancee's studying gaze. He hardly listened to the conversation, immersed in his own thoughts. Talking about the wedding made him nervous, the fiancee seemed completely alien, but he could not cancel anything. Especially no

, given that the dream began the same way and ended at the same moment when his soul, mind, and body wanted to continue. In this dream, he was a young man, and he was still running after the girl along an unfamiliar corridor, but now he could describe her in m

e and the girl belonged to another era. They were barefoot and clearly ran down the corridor of their own house. Both were very happy in this dream. In his real life, Andrew had never experienced such happiness. He could describe the bedroom a little

omless eyes, which were framed by long fluffy eyelashes, warm lips, velvety fair skin, and a small mole on her right breast, located closer to the cleavage, soft silky hair, and lavender scent. In each following dream, Andrew w

e was haunted by the

collapse. It cost him a lot of effort to smile and pretend that everything was fin

ht dreams should have pushed him towards the fiancée, but it was the opposite - he was waiting for the night and the arrival of a familiar stranger in a dream. Andrew was getting drunk to unconsciousness and falling dead, he was hiding behind a headache, fatigue, and the presence of his parents behind the wall. He

iskey. He wasn't ready to admit to anyone that he felt quite well with her. Rather, he tried to share his experiences with Dmitry, but the reaction of his best friend was unequivocally negative, and Andrew retreated. Thank God, tomorrow they will return to Moscow, and the day after to