Dana
His scent is everywhere here.
I’m standing by the door of Konstantin’s office, holding it open for the workers who are bringing in new equipment. Margarita and I carefully watch to make sure everything is placed exactly where it should be.
While they work, I finally get a chance to take a better look around his office. There’s a lot of wood and metal — elegant, masculine, and perfectly balanced. The huge window is the centerpiece of the whole design, like the final touch that ties everything together.
On the walls, I notice miniature copies of some kind of technical drawings — blueprints, maybe? I can’t tell whether they’re parts or mechanisms, but they look fascinating. Each one bears the same signature: “Molotovsky Konstantin.”
“These are all our boss’s most successful projects
