[IVAN]
I’m only half-focused on the file in front of me when Dimitri storms into the office and slams someone’s head onto the desk. My train of thought derails, and I look up, trying to figure out what the heck is happening.
I turn my attention to my right-hand man, looking bored. “Do I even want to know what’s going on?”
Dimitri pays no mind to the sarcasm. “Anatoly Sidorov.”
I sigh, leaning back in my chair. “I suppose that’s his name.”
“Yeah, it is.”
“So, what did he do?”
Dimitri looks puzzled. But when Anatoly attempts to lift his head, banging his hands on the table, Dimitri effortlessly keeps him down. His brows furrow deeply. “Are you okay? You look distracted. Look. If you’re stressed, boss, you should head home. Take a break. Spend time with your family. Or do whatever you
