«I’ll watch the kids,» Nina offered.
«Oh, don’t worry.» Megan explained, «There are nannies here to watch them, but thanks anyway.»
Oleg Merkulov came later. He nodded to his wife, yet did not come close.
He gazed at Ruslan Grafinsky and sat next to him.
«Nice evening,» Oleg dropped casually. The young man did not answer.
«I’m warning you, buddy,» keeping a nice smile in place, Oleg hissed to him.
«You don’t scare me,» calmly replied Ruslan.
Lana Limpson quickly entered the hall. She glanced about, saw Oleg and Ruslan, and she smiled. However, she did not go to them. First she addressed David, then the other guests, then went to Oleg only after other people had arrived and the attention of everybody was drawn from her to the newcomers.
«Hi.» she said to the Russians. Ruslan’s gloomy face surprised her. «Is something wrong?» she asked as she sat next to Oleg.
«Everything’s fine,» Ruslan replied sarcastically.
«When you’re beside me, nothing’s wrong,» uttered Oleg emotionally.
Ruslan glanced at him. «Except the situation, eh?»
Lana averted her eyes, and giggled.
«How’s your wife, Mr. Merkulov?» she said loudly, and Ruslan gazed at her. «I bought some of her pictures.»
Surprised, Oleg pointed to a group of guests.
Quietly singing together, Marina Aleksandrova and Nina Lapina were sitting side by side. Marina played her guitar while Vera drew a sketch of them.
«What about they had talked?» Oleg thought, worried. «I hope Vera didn’t say something that could destroy my plans.»
«Oh.» Ruslan attentively looked at Lana. «Well, it’s good. When will your father arrive?»
«Are you looking for a sponsor?» Lana snorted, but her smile died immediately in view of Ruslan’s face, filled with pain. Not answering, he got up and walked away, and Lana concentrated her attention on the conversation with Oleg.
Vlad Lapin was talking with David VanStein and some other professors from the University. A smiling Megan approached and interrupted them. «Enough talk about work.»
«You’re right, honey,» David said with an apologetic smile. His guests looked at the Russian women.
«Ladies,» called one of the professors. «Why do you hide in the corner? Come here and sing to us. I’ve never heard Russian songs.»
«I can’t sing.» Nina got embarrassed, but Marina calmly went to the middle of the room. Placing her feet on the stool, she took her guitar, and sang.
She was singing in Russian, so the Americans listened without understanding the words. Marina’s voice sounded very emotional, and everybody saw – she put her heart into the singing.
Suddenly Megan VanStein noticed that the other Russians were visibly confused as she intercepted exchanging glances. When Marina finished, and all the people applauded, she asked, «What was this song about?»
«Just a love song,» Vera hastily answered, and Megan did not like the look on her face.
«One girl loves one man,» Marina sighed, walking back to the couch.
«Yeah, one married man,» Nina Lapina said very loudly and laughed.
A deadly silence reigned at once.
Vlad quickly nudged his wife, and she looked at him, then around the room with naive surprise, as she did not expect her phrase to have had such an effect.
David saw Marina glare at him. Framed with the puff of her fluffy straw-colored hair, her face went red, and he was amazed, feeling his own cheeks blush as well. The guests exchanged whispers.
