IVAN’S POV

“Lower your voice.” Anton moved closer. In seconds, Igor and Viktor rushed into the kitchen. 

“What is wrong?” Viktor's eyes widened as he stared at Anton and me.

“Nothing,” I huffed and turned to switch off the flame under the pan. “Anton, take out the serving dishes.”

Viktor and Igor both stood their ground and remained mute. 

“Just some news about work,” Anton explained ...