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Chapter 137: Wacko

ZOYA

"How's your vegan pasta?" Georg asks Irina from across the table, before sticking his finger down his throat and making a gagging noise.

My sister rolls her eyes and gives him the finger. "I don't know. How's the dead carcass of whatever animal gave its life without consent? Does it taste like murder?"

"If it does," Georg answers while shoving a big piece of steak into his mouth, "then my favorite meal is murder."

"You are a pig." Irina glares at him. "Ti degeheneraat."

"Okay, okay." Georg smirks at her in delight. "Simmer down, little sister."

Pam diffuses the situation. "Tell me about your thesis, Irina."

"Well, I am toying with the idea of investigating the issue of voluntary human trafficking."

"Just a light topic," I mutter as Irina elbows me.