Capítulo 45: A Friendly Bet

The Anzhi supporter's laughter stopped abruptly, his face scrunching into a frown as his eyes narrowed on Adam who was still laughing disdainfully.

The rest of the table followed his gaze, their expressions ranging from irritation to curiosity on the foreign looking dude.

"Chto zdes' smeshnóvo? (What's so funny?)" the Anzhi fan demanded, his deep voice cutting through the warm chatter of the café.

Adam leaned back in his chair while trying to stifle his grin but he failed miserably. He waved a hand dismissively, as though brushing off their annoyance, but the smirk on his face only deepened.

"Oh, it's nothing. Just… five-nil, huh?" he said audibly with his tone carrying more mockery than he likely intended.

Benjamin shot him a warning look and his fingers tightening around his mug. "Adam," he muttered under his breath, but his friend either didn't hear or chose to ignore him.