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The restaurantâs kitchen is a universe of its own. Beneath the overhead view of the kitchenâs fluorescent artificial sun is an archipelago of boiling pots being stirred into existence: borscht teeming with beetroot, solyanka livened with beef, and at the edge of the universe in the back, is a fresh cattle of borodinsky and wheat bread being herded in trays out of ovens. A microcosm of existence, a cosmos kneaded from the command of its own separate god; a small woman bearing a firm (but not unjust) maternal simmer in her presence, observing and amending, revolving on an instinctive path.Â
She pauses where Vitomir has chosen to pay his veneration to her this week, devoting himself on a plastic step tool, peeling a bucketful of potatoes over a wide basin bedded with a growing pile of skin. âDonât cut them too thick Miro.â âIâve made sure not to.â Satisfied, she moves to the rest of her devotees. The door to the kitchen swings inward, and someone else stops at the stoop of his dutiful piety. He doesnât look up and does not stop but slows, the silver reflection of the knife in his hand glimpsing his face and mirroring the inked knife on his forearm.Â
There will be no disruption, he has always made sure of that, âI donât need to remind you that there is no business in the kitchen.â only order. âIs it something important?â
the kitchen was a familiar setting for cash, besides working side by side with vito and red respectively. he got to converse with the lady who ran it, often leaving the kitchen with a container of food and faint marks on his arm from being swatted by a wooden spoon for playing a little too much.
he had the day off and was in search of something to do, and it just so happened he was passing said restaurant and decided to poke his head in. a smile crept on his face when he saw his friend in the kitchen and he quickly turned to greet the small woman that was directing the others in the kitchen.Â
âĐаĐș ЎДла, Đ»ŃĐ±ĐžĐŒĐ°Ń?â he said, leaning over and giving her a hug before walking over to the sink to wash his hands. âknew iâd see you in here, whatâs on the menu old man?â cash teased, drying his hands with nearby paper towels before discarding them in a nearby bin.














