I DON’T LIKE THE WAY DMITRY AND KIRILL ARE STARING AT ME.
The three of us are standing in the basement’s hallway where Kirill had brought information about some people attending an event hosted by The Artemis Holdings. I’m not sure what exactly it’s all about, but I do know that it’s related to the men in the room behind us, Pavel Ivanenko, a man whom I remember Father refers to as the accountant of L’Exil, and a meeting taking place during the event — a meeting that doesn’t sound very legal.
Now, I wouldn’t offer to help just like that. I am offering because, yes, I have my own motives, but it’s not related to Artemis Holdings or whatever Dmitry and Kirill are discussing.
It’s for Nico — if I’m able to help, I could gain Dmitry’s trust in the long term, and with patience, find a way to
