Chapter 6: A Night on the Town
Nikoloz could think of only one suitable reply to the taunt—and punching your partner in the face in the Headquarters elevator was frowned upon. He shoved his hands into his pockets to prevent such an occurrence. His brow furrowed.
Seemingly oblivious to the sudden drop in temperature in the elevator, Vincent whistled one of his annoying “rock and roll” tunes —Nikoloz recognized “Surfing USA” only because it blared from nearly every radio he’d passed lately —as they rode up to the offices and made their exit. On the sidewalk outside, they joined a small throng of agents strolling toward the pub. Vincent elbowed him sharply in the ribs. “The idea was for you to stop being the glowering Slav, my friend. Try to look like you might actually be enjoying yourself
