Lilia hadn't been thrilled at the prospect of bringing a slobbery puppy into her lavishly furnished home, but Viktor had been very convincing (i.e. annoying). And despite everything Yakov said, he was clearly wrapped around Viktor's finger.

Lilia was drinking tea when Makkachin walked into the living room and sat across from her.

"What?"

Makkachin wagged her tail.

"You want me to pet you?"

After a moment, Lilia leaned forward to ruffle her ears.

She would tolerate the puppy.

And if scraps of food were to accidentally fall to the floor, who was Lilia to stop Makakchin from indulging?