Caterina felt the tiny shiver of her phone as an SMS came in. For some reason, she flipped it open and read.“Dear Caterina. It’s the University of Saint Petersburg. They want me to be the chairman of their Musicology Department. But I always refused to learn Russki, so I told them I will accept only if you come with me as my assistant, but with the rank of full professor. And they agree. So please come with me, and we will discover vodka together.” There was no signature.
Thinking that it was time the Romanian learned a bit of Russian, Caterina typed in one word, “Da,” and she and Roseanna went off for a prosecco.