Moments Before Disaster

Inside the drawing-room, the individuals exchanged greetings and took their seats. Zubov, the host, stood at the head of the room, ready to guide the conversation.

Vladimir Yashvil cleared his throat and spoke, "Gentlemen and ladies, thank you for coming all the way here to my estate to discuss a matter of importance for the future of our country. I'm sure that on your way here, you aren't followed by someone?"

Levin von Bennigsen shifted slightly in his seat, his eyes scanning the faces of those around the table. "We took precautions to ensure our privacy."

Nikolay Zubov's lips twitched into a semblance of a smile. "Rest assured, Yashvil, we are in good company here."