"Damn it, Romanov, you were supposed to be solving my problems, not creating them!" the merchant said irritably instead of greeting me.
"Excuse me, what?" Andrey stared at him in amazement.
"Your subordinates have barricaded themselves in that building over there, taking four warehouse workers hostage. They're threatening to kill them if you're not returned to them, and then they all go free. Go and sort it out," Vladov said, using the informal "you" and making no attempt to hide his anger.
Andrei frowned. In the twists and turns of the night's events, he'd completely forgotten that his comrades hadn't the slightest idea where he'd disappeared to. God knows what they'd decided, but they'd acted with desperation, and Andrei felt ashamed in front of both them and Vladov.
"Sorry. I'll fix
