RUSLAN
“What’s our budget look like?”
Kirill consults the columned paper lying on the table between us. “We’re within our targets. Looks like everything’s right on track. Financially speaking, at least.”
I nod in approval. “Sergey’s running the last few trials as we speak. It shouldn’t be long now.”
“Well, I’ll be damned. I thought we’d never reach the top of this mountain.”
I’ve had my moments of doubt, too, not that I’d ever admit to them. It’s been a hell of a long road to get here. Sleepless nights. Endless days.
It’ll be worth it in the end.
He punches me in the shoulder playfully. “I should have known, though. You’ve got the Midas touch.”
Except when it comes to family… The unwelcome thought takes me off guard. I almost never go there. Luckily, my phone starts ringing.
“Isay
