Cocktail Hour | Violet & Filipp
Violet, clad in jeans and a strategically low cut blouse, opened the door with a warm smile. “Filipp, I’m so glad you came,” she said over her shoulder, already leading him inside. “Algie’s away for the weekend, but he sends his regrets.” Her tone conveyed that she didn’t particularly regret her husband’s absence.
At the bar, she gestured at the wall of spirits. “There’s a bottle of Absolut with your name on it,” she said, pulling it off the shelf. “Unless you’re in the mood for something else — I’m more of a scotch woman myself.”















