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"Do you think there is any chance with Lendl?" Sascha asks out loud one day out of the blue.
Mischa raises an eyebrow, this the first time his brother has mentioned that name. He resumes adjusting the strings of his racquet. "I don't know. He did seem rather definite about not wanting to travel."
"I know. I mean, he had the best job in the world when he coached Andy and walked away. It's just... I didn't think Dad was still close friends with him."
"You do know our parents have lives beyond what happens in our careers, right?"
Sascha lightly tosses a towel at Mischa's head. "I don't know if he'd even be able to help but he might still be in contact with Jez. If there is even a one percent chance, I should try to wear him down."
Mischa hums, considering that there could be other paths to pursue here.
*
Mischa figures whatever is happening just involves Sascha and their father. So Mischa is stunned a few days later to hear the following voicemail message:
- Hey, Mischa. It's Andy... um, been a long time since I've called. Ivan is asking me questions and I thought you and I need to have a chat. -
Andy Murray. Asking Him. About Ivan.
Yeah, this isn't going to be awkward at all.