As they walked down the spiral staircase, she noticed another one to her right. They both led up to the second floor and met in the middle in an imperial staircase style.
She held on to the iron banister and felt how smooth it was under her hand. The mansion was immaculate, with white sparkling marble.
Natasha looked up and noticed a big Venetian-style crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling, decorated with hundreds of teardrop crystals. It evoked a very vintage, elegant feel.
She was still staring at it when she suddenly crashed into a wall of hard muscles. Stiffening, she stepped away. Antonov turned around and glared at her aggressively.
"Are you blind?" he barked. "Watch where you're going."
"Stay out of my way," Natasha responded. Antonov was big enough to scare even an average man. But, Natasha wasn't an average man. He didn't even trickle a muscle in her body. Rather, she found his presence irritating.
