Alexander slowly turned to look at his colleague, and when he fixed his eyes on him again, only then did I realize that he was no longer dressed like an FBI agent, but instead looked more like an ordinary guy, wearing casual clothes. He had tired eyes and a shadow of beard on his cheeks, which, although it didn’t make him look sloppy or anything like that, clashed abruptly with the first image I had of him in my mind. He seemed less threatening like that, in a shirt, jacket, and jeans, and at the same time more approachable. My idea of him as a proud, professional man I didn’t like was about to shatter into a thousand pieces.
At that moment, I still couldn’t imagine what subject was supposed to be discussed, but…
“Alright,” Alexander agreed, and moved to hand Sasha back to me.
I took th
