The marble slab slides a few inches towards me, pinching my chest and pinning me in my seat. But there's no real damage done, which is why he comes flying around the table towards me. His hands curl and flex as though he's already got my throat within his grip.
"I put you in charge, and this is how you repay my loyalty?" He closes the distance between us like this might actually come to blows, though I know it never will.
Leonid Litvinov is good at a great many things, and one of them is knowing his own limitations.
If he put a hand on me, he wouldn't get it back.
Luckily for him, Ilya grabs him from behind and makes a show of holding him back before my father has to reveal to everyone that he's still a little bit afraid of his eldest son.
"Don't worry, Otets. I can fix this for you,"
