“I’m sorry, Mr Orlov. I suspected ye were Russian, but I didnae like tae assume. As fer yer question, Kim is in the grounds somewhere. She went out fer a walk earlier. I can go and find her fer ye, but obviously it might take a while, since we have an awful lot of land here…”
“Yes, yes,” Orlov replied, his impatience clear. On the tiny screen he was rolling his eyes and shaking his head—either not knowing he was on camera, or simply not caring. “Find her, please. It is very important I talk with her as soon as possible. Here,” he stated, “not through these stupid speaker.”
“Of course, Mr Orlov. I’ll go and find her immediately.” Taylor paused, squinted a little as though deciding whether to say something further, then added, “Might I tell her what it is ye’d like tae talk tae her about?”
