I was dumbfounded about the way Baranov stormed out of my office, and after about two seconds of just staring at the open door, Morozova came inside. She had a poker face, but her eyes told me that she was more than just upset.
“I won’t ask for forgiveness for the way that my husband stormed out of this office, but I will still apologize for your confusion right now, Michael.”
I nodded and took my seat while she took the seat that was in front my table. We just looked at each other for about five seconds before I stood up and took one of the vodka that was stashed in the cabinet beside my table.
“I accept your apology for the confusion because you’re not the one confusing me. I would appreciate it better if it was your husband who would explain it to me."
"My husband did try to explain
