““What happened to us yesterday,” said Dominika, “when we survived last night, and later on with you, I found something that was lacking from before. How do you say ravnovesie?” “Equilibrium,” said Nate. He saw where this was going, and it scared him, because he was thinking the same thing. “Yes, equilibrium. Balance. I did not feel that before, but now we have it. I need it.” She put her hands on his shoulders, and dug her nails in softly. She looked coyly at him. “I need you.” “Last night. Last night was wonderful …, ” said Nate. “But you can’t work inside if we’re having an affair. We need focus, calculation, a clear—” “Bozhe, Oh God,” said Dominika. “I am having an affair, I cannot go back inside. Gore mne, woe is me!” “Keep your voice down, for God’s sake,” said Nate. “Dushka, listen to me,” said Dominika. “What we have, it makes things stronger, it makes me stronger. There is nothing wrong in this. Bratok is wrong, you all are wrong.””
