Listen carefully, girl...

There was a squeal of tires, and a motorcade of a decent number of massive SUVs stopped outside the office. Lera froze and, opening her mouth, watched the picture that was being drawn. Vladislav's grip on her forearm tightened.

Armed men jumped out of the SUVs. They waved their machine guns without hesitation and as if for show. Respectfully opened the back door of one of the cars.

A broad-shouldered, large man in a black suit slowly stepped out of the car. A contemptuous smirk never left his lips. He gave Bulatov a withering glance, then slowly examined Valeria from head to toe.

The man looks older...