(Dmitri’s Thoughts)?
Before my appointment with Nikolai, I need to drop by here. It’s very unusual for Nik to invite me for a lunch, so it may be somewhat, important. I am inside my car waiting at the airport for him, I tap my fingers on the stirring wheel out of boredom. I hate going to the airport especially if I am to drive and pick up.?
I am used to riding a private jet after all, so waiting here, at the parking lot is not an easy or even a comfortable task for me.?
“He said he would be out in a minute, where the hell is he?” I bite my lips out of frustration.?
Finally, Greta announces a call going through, “Incoming call from a restricted number, should you answer Dmitri?”
“Connect me to him,” I command.?
“Call connected,” Greta confirms.
“Where the hell are you? I’ll be late for work, hurry up,” I scold him.
“Duh, you didn’t tell me about your car, dummy! Don’t be so hot-tempered Dee!” he answers with a sweet voice.?