I must be a cold biatch, right?
“Don’t worry, it’s all going to work out.”
Three
Lev
I gaze into Valentina’s incredibly clear blue eyes as I stroll by the window, and my heart skips a beat. I control my reaction so as not to draw the Soldier’s attention, but I lower my glasses as I look at her. I then cross the street and enter the BMW SUV that Czar is driving.
“Damn, she’s beautiful,” Czar says, looking at her through the window.
“What did I tell you? Let’s get going,” I hiss, looking at her.
“Da, but what do you think? Did you like her,” Czar asks, glancing at me through the rearview mirror.
“Da, I do. I’m glad that I’m going after her. Conti will think it’s just for the alliance.”
“Da, that’s what he wants.”
“When I meet him, I’m going to ask him to allow her to go out so I can talk to her.”
“Yeah, that would be good, but why don’t you meet her at her home?”
“Nyet, I want to meet her away from Conti.”
“Da.”
“I ordered some food while you were doing your scouting, so I’m going to stop and get it.”
“Da, I hope you ordered enough for everyone.”
“Of course I did.”
“Indeed.”
Czar and I return to the office carrying bags of food. Ivan has returned from his outing, but he didn’t fucking bring the food. Da, he’s up to something and I don’t think that I’m going to like it when I find out.
Ivan looks at me and pushes me off his chair.
“It’s unfucking believable; you went out and didn’t bother to wait for me,” Ivan grunts, crossing his arms.
“Ivan, chill, I have tons of shit to do, and I can’t wait around on you. You’re supposed to be on my schedule, got it,” I hiss, staring at him.
“Da,” Ivan grunts, looking annoyed.
I place the food on the table and walk over to sit next to Anatoly, raising my brow.
“I have an appointment with Conti,” Anatoly says.
“For today?”
“Nyet. Conti wants the meeting to take place tomorrow at four because he wants to email the contract and ask for you to review it. Conti appears interested,” Anatoly informs me, leaning against the chair.
“Fuck, this is moving so fast,” Czar says, sitting on the chair, crossing his arms.
“Da, and you’ve said enough.”
“Da,” Czar hums, shrugging.
