I sigh and relent. The last thing I feel like doing now is squabbling with my uncle over his petty grievances. “Your wisdom is welcome in all matters of business and Bratva, uncle. You know I value your opinion.”
Vadim smiles wryly. He’s smart enough to understand exactly what I mean. Keep your opinions on my personal life to yourself. “Of course, pakhan. I will always be here when you need me.”
Fyodor seizes the moment and stands. “We should head home. I’ve been away from my garden too long.”
Kirill shows them out. When they’re gone, I stare at the mess of food containers on my desk. Normally, it’s something I’d order Emma to handle. I’d hide my amusement, watching as the vein in her forehead throbbed with irritation. I could probably make that vein disappear altogether if I just sprea
