"Well played," Volkov muttered, disappearing into the hallway.
The power in the room shifted. The paper was no longer a weight around Victor's neck; it was a currency Volkov was now forced to use to pay his own ghosts. Volkov tucked the note into his breast pocket, his expression unreadable. blank zapolnennogo vekselja
The handwritten mark of the drawer (the person promising to pay). " Volkov muttered