"I'm still against it!" he said, probably addressing his father, because he was still looking at Andrei.
Romanov was embarrassed by such a meeting and stopped at the door, guessing that they were talking about his presence in this office.
“I’ll repeat for the last time – your opinion on this matter doesn’t matter to anyone here,” Pavel replied coldly and sternly.
Bernstein sat in the corner by the conference table. Next to him, Vorobyov sat with his trademark tired, phlegmatic gaze, picking at his ear with his little finger. One empty seat away, Max lounged in a chair, frowning at Oleg. Dyakov sat across from him, and Oleg stood near the colonel's desk.
“Sit down, Andrey,” the colonel said in a friendly bass voice, “we were expecting you alone.”
Andrey, slightly offended by Oleg's beh
