a wave of nausea rose in my chest
“Ivan,” I said. “Finally, we meet.”
“That’s true,” he said.
Then neither of us said anything.
“Ivan,” said Irina. “Don’t you have something to tell Nina?”
“Well,” he said. He looked at the floor and then looked at me. Lines appeared on his forehead. “I have a wife,” he said. “And it’s n…