Despite what Kazmer had said, it was another two hours before Marek opened the door. He wasn’t explosively angry. Instead, it was more like a rolling boil of rage. He didn’t even look at me as he stormed through the room. I watched as he disappeared into the bathroom, shutting the door and turning the shower on.

Gauging my chances of success, I got up and undressed before turning the handle of the bathroom door. It was already steaming, which meant that Marek had the water on way too hot. ...