Maria
An impromptu meal is served, and thankfully, there's a choice of what to eat, including a generous salad with no meat.
Mikhail barely touches the food on his plate as he launches into why we are here. He looks relaxed as he speaks, and the serious topic sounds as commonplace as discussing the weather.
"I'm requesting no interference from the other Bratvas in my affairs in the city," Mikhail states clearly. "I'm aware that we have already infringed upon other's territories." He nods toward Dimitri. "But the Ivanovs' future plans will resolve this infringement quickly."
Sorokin eyes me. "You trust your future wife a great deal, Mikhail Ivanov, to discuss such delicate matters openly in front of her."
"I chose Maria to be my wife for many reasons ..."
"Is that right?" Sorokin star
