Book2:KigdomIteDreams

riwasuneasyandfullofplexthoughts.Theburdenonhisshouldersfeltheavierthanever.

    AcarstoppedattheerofthestreetandfootstepsoftwopeoplecouldbeheardwalkingtoDimitri’swindow.

    “Dimitri!Dimitri!Areyouthere?IheardmusiingfromyourwindowandIsmellthearomaofmeat.Ithinkyoumustbethere.”

    “Whoisit?”askedDimitri.

    “IamOliverKaffee.WithmeisBigO.It’sveryte.Areweinterruptingyou?”

    “Ohno.No.No.eonin.”BigOstoopeddownandMr.Kaffeesteppedontohisshoulders.BigOstoodupgradually,gavehisfriendamightyshoveandpushedMr.Kaffeethroughthewindow.Afterthat,he,too,jumpedin.Dimitri’slittlestudioapartmentwasinglivelybutcrowded.Therewasonlyasingleloveseatintheroom.DimitriandMr.Kaffeesatonit,sotheothershadtositonth