Chapter 24

Ibragimov stood up at their appearance and, spreading his arms cordially, said:

- And we've been waiting! Miroslav, what are you delaying? Glad to see.

- Good afternoon, Ilkhan Nikolaevich.

The men shook hands.

“Olga,” the oligarch smiled. - Glad to see you.

His expression changed. When he got up, they were in the shadows at the entrance, but as soon as they approached, he saw the woman better. And did not know. She was different again, like a real society lady in her strict suit and hat with silk flowers.

Chameleon woman, always different. He couldn't understand how that was possible.

Interestingly, Ibragimov liked her like that...