"Misha, would you like to join me for the Olympic Opening Ceremony? The Chinese side has already sent the invitations in advance, and I heard you received one too."
At the beginning of August, in that familiar office of the Kremlin, Wang Ye and his father-in-law were chatting leisurely.
Wang Ye smiled and shook his head, "It's enough for you to go. I better not. I've got a lot of work these few days, and according to the latest intelligence, there may be changes happening soon in certain areas. Moscow must have someone in charge."
His words sounded a bit presumptuous, as if in Moscow, other than his father-in-law, only Wang Ye was capable...
But his father-in-law did not find anything wrong with it. On the contrary, he nodded in agreement because he also believed that once he left for abroad, if someone needed to be in charge in Moscow, it truly had to be none other than Wang Ye!
He trusted no one else...