“You don’t tell me much about your being an oligarch, Yuri,” Rosetta pointed out. “You did not even tell me who you really are when I first met you.” She paused, blinking. “Okay, that came out wrong. At least some days after you and I started to get to know each other. I had to stalk you on the internet. Do you remember that part? And I checked your exes, too?”
Yuri’s eyes fluttered but could not say anything.
“I did research on what your kind do in your country, but isn’t it better if you would have told me everything? You and them could be different. Well, maybe not because you have the same title. But at least, I would know, right?”
“I can’t tell you everything in just one sitting, moy tsvetochek,” he reasoned. “Besides, there are some things that you better not know anything about.
