Yuri rolled over and sighed, while Rosetta sat up with concern on her face.
“Hey, what did you do? Why does she sound so angry?” Rosetta questioned him.
He got up from the bed and put his shirt on. “Well, I have an intelligent guess.” Then he roared back at his cousin in Russian. “Just you wait there, Zoya!”
Rosetta frowned and followed him out of the bedroom. They found Zoya right outside the door, one hand on her hip. She threw Yuri a slicing look. Rosetta could just stare at the tall angry woman, did not know if she would say “hi” or not at this point.
“I-I guess I should leave you two to talk alone,” she said and was about to leave when Yuri held her hand.
“Just stay, moy tsvetochek, so you would also know why my cousin is having a meltdown.” He turned to look at Zoya. “Follow us
