The office of Sergei Mikhailovich seemed huge and gloomy. A stupid association even came to mind - like a dense forest. Or I have already imagined everything from fear. Yes for sure! In fact, here, of course, it was stylish and expensive: massive dark wood cabinets, the same table, cabinet, chairs. He pointed to one of them with a casual nod.

Damn it, what's shaking me so? I'm not a coward, and what should I be afraid of, in fact?

- You…

I looked at him and froze. He bored me with a look, angry, almost hating and ... full of contempt. Even on the day of arrival, he did...