July 30, 2021

11:00

Kirill looked at the things laid out, deciding what else might be needed on the trip. Jeans, t-shirts, shirts, etc. were already on the bed. He opened the closet and ran his hand through the line of business suits.

“But why the hell would I need a suit in Pskov…” he scratched his forehead.

Then he still chose the classic dark gray and sent it to the suitcase.

“Kirill,” his father’s displeased voice rang out from behind the door. - Are you here?

“Yes, come in,” he replied.

Alexander Demyanovich entered the bedroom, saw the things laid out and turned purple.

Are you really going back?...