Glass Concrete
Anton: Do you have a moment?
Victor: Of course I do. Please, have a seat.
Victor: What’s up, bratan?
Anton: I... have to go back home. My mother is not well. I know we have an opening any moment now, but...
Victor: It doesn’t matter. If you need to go, you go. And take all the time needed.
Anton: The thing is she’s been sick for quite some time now and I begin to feel bad for all the burden falling upon my sister. It’s my duty to return to my homeland already.
Victor: For good?
Anton: Let’s say for an unknown period of time.
Victor: ...
Anton: You don’t have to worry though. My paintings are staying here - I’d rather burn them than letting another gallery have them. But I can’t promise I will be able to deliver further.
Victor: Hey, buddy! I’m not worried. I’m just a bit blue one of my best friends are leaving. Thank you for trusting me with your art - I give you my word you’ll be getting your commissions on time. If you need money ahead, or anything else, just let me know. Anything!
Anton: You are a good man, Victor. Thank you. Thank you for being a true friend.
Victor: *long sigh*
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