Konstantin had found that there were two farms that sell eggs and vegetable produce in the area, Bewley’s and Brewers. Bewley’s was a large spread... Corporate owned, and with a large staff living on site. The other a one man local business that had been started a couple of years ago by some ex army man called John Brewer. Alexei knew that this was the one. He felt it deep in his gut, and his instinct was never wrong. That and his ability to read other people had got him where he was today.. He took the remote and turned on the VCR; maybe someone had left a tape in it that was worth watching, although the odds were that it was more of Henry's cartoons.It wasn't cartoons; it was the tape that Kirsten had made on the finish line at Sunday. He had already seen it seventeen times at least, but he watched the climactic moments once again: the teams racing across the ice, pounding along side by side, Tiffany so tiny behind the drive bow of the sled, but so intense and dedicated. Once. Didi ne kaha ki raat koh kar liya karo tab maine kaha ki tum kar diya karo toh bhabhi ne kaha ki jayeda mat karma nahi toh tumara nikal jayega, mujey patha nahi tha ki kya nikalega toh maine pucha ki kya, toh bhabhi ne kaha ki tumara maal. Mujey nahi patha tha ki maal kya hota hai toh maine pucha ki kya hota hai toh who boli ki jab ladka ladki sex karte hai jab yeh nikalta hai aur ladki ki vagina may jaata hai tabhi baccha hota hai. Mai samaj gaya aur chup ho gaya, tab bhabhi ne kaha ki aab tum. Sorry that I couldn’t attend your wedding!”-“Oh this must be your lovely wife!” All three then returned back home where Savita had prepared a special dinner for their new guest. The Next Afternoon…“Whew! That was an excellent meal bahu. I’m stuffed!” said Uncle after he finished lunch. Ashok was at work and Savita and Kunal were alone at home. “Now that lunch is done, what do you plan to do for the rest of the afternoon?” asked Savita. “I’m still a bit tired from yesterday’s flight! Maybe I’ll.