AUTHOR POV
The hall was drowned in a heavy silence. The walls were painted black, and heavy black curtains draped all over the windows. The room was soundproof. The men sitting on the round table were either sweating or avoiding eye contact with him.
"So he's back..." Sergei whispered under his breath, taking a puff of his cigar. The old man on his right nodded, continuously wiping his sweat with a napkin despite the chilling surroundings.
"Y-Yes, he's o-out of jail." The old man stammered.
Sergei's eyes narrowed as he stared hard at the wall in front of him. There, a huge frame of his grandfather hung proudly.
He let out the smoke and leaned against his chair, slowly tilting his head as his gaze roamed around the table. The country's best lawyers and high-grade officers sat there, s
