Chapter 63

I smiled at the joke and accepted the offer of a truce, until we had the aforementioned meeting.

“I can’t help you with that, I’m not in Imports.”

“Go take a shit, you’re bitter!” he replied, laughing. “It’s been December since I can’t even have a miserable mate!”

Milo patted me on the shoulder, hard, and finally gave me a push, a gesture very much his. He laughed softly and put his hands back in his jacket pockets. The temperature in Moscow (in Russia in general) was not very appropriate for the South American Fox-Wolves, and more than once I had heard him complain about it.

“So, are you going to go to Córdoba, definitely?” I asked later.

“And… either I go back, or I find a little job for Ceci in Bratsk and they come. You’re not going to like the cold here, but I can’t be further away from my family, I can’t stand it. It’s one thing that…” he looked at me with a quite honest expression tinged with concern; he conveyed his sadness to me, although perhap