Nadusha gave Yuri a contemptuous look but appeared to think what to say next.
“You’re already what? Thirty and you still act like a selfish promiscuous brat like five years ago?” Sergei gabbled in Russian.
“Shut up, you i***t! You don’t know me!” she said to him in English before she turned her attention to Yuri, heaving in anger. “Yes! That was my last gift last night. I want you to withdraw your men, stop watching my moves for God’s sakes! It’s driving me and my father insane!”
“Huh!” Yuri snorted. “You and your father are afraid that I’ll have you murdered in your sleep, aren’t you?” He took off his shades and gave them to Igor.
Nadusha pursed her lips.
“You know, Nadusha, you and your father started this. He sent me threats, and he attempted to have me killed a couple years ago,
