Passed a familiar route and stopped at the threshold of the office. Not wanting to cross the line.

"Come in, son," the Old Man urged nervously.

Vlad lazily approached the chair and sat down. He folded his arms on the armrests and crossed his ankle over his left knee. Relaxed posture, but a tenacious look. They looked into each other's eyes, and everyone knew what was going to be discussed.

“Your wife was driving,” the Old Man announced jubilantly.

- I guess. And I know who helped her.

- Please note that not only I helped. And also the one who almost did not interfere with her.

Vlad laughed quietly,...