Sheila's expression was full of questions. Right now, gold is still a rare item, but in a post-apocalypse era like this, gold has no value. It would be easy for her to fulfill Viktor's request, but the request still seemed strange.
"Although gold is no longer considered a luxury good, it still has a luxurious feel, sister. I have my own plans," Viktor lied with a reassuring expression..
Sheila raised her eyebrows, and she placed the teacup back. "How much do you need?"
"How much do you have?"
The question was enough to make Sheila understand how much gold Viktor needed. "Alright, I'll give you 'a lot' of gold. But on one condition."
Viktor's eyes narrowed. He couldn't help but feel suspicious about it..
"Go and help the Mayor of Perm deal with their problems over there. Each month, I will receive the Mayor's report about your work, Viktor. Next month, if I hear about any developments… I will send Romanov's stash of gold to you."
