Like most energy companies, the headquarters of the Siberian Coal Group is also located in Moscow.
On a street to the southwest of the city center, there's an inconspicuous little red building.
It is only seven stories high, built of red bricks, and surrounded by a row of iron fences, quite understated.
However, next to the main gate, there's a bronze plaque with "Siberian Coal" inscribed on it.
In the yard, a lineup of identical BMW 7 series are parked, presumably public service cars provided by the Group for senior management personnel.
From this little detail, one could still tell that the company was quite wealthy.
On the very top floor, the seventh floor, inside a massive office.
Menchinko was frowning deeply as he looked at the elderly man with graying hair in front of him.
"Mr. Constantin, let me emphasize once again that Siberian Coal is not for sale!
We are not selling now, and we will not sell in the future!
