Truth be told, Saturday wasn't free. Yet, by some miraculous coincidence, or rather, by obvious design, Konstantin had suddenly cleared his schedule for the entire day. Only for this week, and only for him.
"...It must've been agreed upon by the father and daughter."
The signs were impossible to miss. Konstantin Lev Artyomov was not the type to hand out favors, let alone rearrange workloads for anyone beneath him.
And yet, somehow, Dimitri Ilya Mikhailov had been granted a full Saturday off at precisely the moment Yuliya invited him out.
It didn't take a genius to put the pieces together. The old man was pushing his daughter toward him, and pushing him toward his daughter in return.
To most Soviet citizens, this would have been a dream come true. Yuliya Tatiana Artyomov was not only beautiful but also brilliant and competent in ways that far exceeded those of her peers.
