Third Person POV.

***Sokolov Mansion, Russia.***

Anton stands in his office, dragging a lungful of smoke and darting his eyes around the city landscape.

From the set of his jaw and the crinkling of the corners of his eyes, it’s glaringly obvious that he’s angry. Nothing is literally making sense to him now.

Everything they’ve done to get the girl is worthless. Lots of money has been spent yet nothing came up.

He struts back to his table and empty the remaining Vodka into his glass, ...