Sciamachy

"Talk to me in Russian" I lean over his chest to look at him and he smiles, brushing a curl out of my face. "Ya boyus' togo dnya, kogda mne pridetsya s toboy razvestis'" he says so quick that I couldn't even catch one familiar word. (I'm afraid of the day I have to divorce you) "Say it slower" I urge him, nudging his...