Summary:

Ilya returns to Boston after the cottage and finds Svetlana waiting in his kitchen. With wine and vodka and ready to look him straight in the eye and ask, “So it went well then, with your Shane?”

Ilya caves and tells her everything. Because clearly she already knows. She always knows.

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“I want him to meet you,” Ilya says.

She beams at him then, nodding, but he winces, adds, “Although maybe I didn’t do a very good job of... he’s jealous of you, I think. My fault. He might not want to meet you. He might... Ah, blyat.”

Sveta is giving him another look. Another ‘you are very stupid but I love you’ look. He waits her out.

Sveta sighs. “So you are telling me that you were here in Boston, burning down everything around you because he was dating Rose Landry. And that boy was sitting at home jealous of me.”