Kirill sipped coffee in his father's office and looked at the printouts.

Basically, it looks promising. Only here again in Sochi will have to dangle, ”he remarked.

- Not without it. But what a project, what profits! Any construction company will simply hang themselves for this! Nathan, the clever one, dug up such a fat customer, - Alexander Demyanovich rubbed his hands.

Kirill's father turned fifty-five last year, but he looked ten years younger. The gray-haired man retained his former stateliness, although he acquired a solid belly. He was the same height as his son. The facial features were also similar.

“Have you heard anything from Oman?” Kirill asked, putting...