Roman
I’m on the phone with Mikhail, who is giving me the report for the last shipment, when there is a knock on the door and Dimitri enters the office.
“I’ll call you back,” I tell Mikhail and cut the call.
“Some stuff arrived for Nina Petrova,” Dimitri says and looks at me pointedly.
“So? Tell some of the men to take them to the east wing.”
“What should we do with the lamps?”
“What lamps?” I ask, and then I remember.
Shit. I put my elbows onto the desk and press the heels of my hands into my eyes. “Big? Gold with black?”
“Yes.”
“How many?”
“Fourteen,” he deadpans.
“Fourteen lamps . . .” I sigh. “Put them into the library for now.”
“Alright. What about the animal?” he asks, and my head snaps up.
“What . . . animal?”
“Small. Black. It’s in a carrier so I’m not su
