Stuart POV
"Sergei, I hope you have some good news to share with me" I opt to stroll over to the golden bar cart along the wall instead of sitting down, waving him away when he motions for me to do so.
I should just get rid of the seats, Sergei says, his eyes tightening in frustration. "These days, hardly anyone sits down. Yes, I suppose you may go ahead and do that. Soak it all up.
I pour two fingers of high-quality vodka into a glass while grinning. It's courteous to offer your visitors something to drink, Sergei. Or perhaps you were never taught manners by your father.
Eyes narrowed by Sergei. "The murder of my father by the Bratva meant that he was unable to impart many valuable lessons to me."
While he waits for me to decide whether to respond, a beat goes by as I sip the vodka.
