“We are five minutes late,” Nikoloz reminded his partner.
“We’ve been back two days. We ought to have a week’s vacation before our next mission.”
“We had nearly a week already.” Nikoloz took the steps two at a time and held the door open pointedly.
Vincent shook his head and followed more slowly. Nikoloz thought he heard a disappointed sigh from farther down the block, where the secretaries had huddled in front of the bakery window.