I chuckled. “Do I look like one?”

Maxim Sokolov’s expression chilled. His body tensed. He knew who he was dealing with. He knew he needed my help if he was here. He knew there was no one else who could help me. He knew if he dared to do anything here, he would only get bloodshed. He remained silent. I waited. I looked at the time, it was ten thirty. I wondered what my pretty little Wife was doing at home? Did she miss me? Did she have the breakfast I made for her in the morning? ...