Pavel Putin sat in his office slumping down his telephone with irritation and anger. it was the third phone call and there's no news.com about his daughter or the success of the mission. he was devastated and frustrated. he hated having to wait. being kept in the loop or something he was used to. Pavel was not fond of patients or self-control. his angle was hardly managed. it was all a matter of what he decided to do. because one decision always changed matters.
A knock on the door sounded and for a moment he stared at it with indecision.
' come in.' he utters already contemplating on whether or not he had made a mistake and stop because whichever person was standing behind that door could easily meet his death if he said anything that did not sound appealing towards his boss. he needed news and right now anything that did not sound as effective communication could call for punishment.
