A Game for Three

“Good evening, Agatha,” says… Matvey. I look at the one… the first Matvey. The one who, just a moment ago, was caressing my chest—and I can’t make heads or tails of what’s happening. Did I end up through the looking glass? What the hell is going on here?!

“Who is that?” I whisper.

“My brother, Matvey.”

“And who are you?”

“I’m Dan.”

“You… twins?” I ask the obvious.

I look at Matvey, who’s sitting in an armchair and watching us closely, together with Dan.

“Continue. I want to watch,” Matvey says.