Fastening the last buttons of his black shirt, Mikhalov threw the jacket of his black tuxedo around his shoulders, giving himself a final glance in the mirror.
He looked good. With his hair laid back and all features highlighted in his black outfit, he was more than ready for his night out with Violet.
Adjusting the cuff links around his wrist, he tried to picture how she was going to look tonight. He had sent her a black dress to match his all black outfit, alongside orders to his guards to have cars ready for their outing.
With a click of his tongue, he glanced at his Rolex wristwatch. About twenty minutes had passed since he sent her outfit to her. It was to be more than enough time for her to get ready with.
Nodding and concluding she was going to be all dressed already, he rose to
