Mr. Petrov opened the door and entered. He strolled all the way over to the glass door and pushed it open to walk into the vast balcony.
There, a table was set with two chairs. Mouth-watering delicacies were served with wine, and Miss. Alexandra herself, swathed in a white outfit, skirt, and blouse, was seated with crossed legs.
A wine was in between her long, veiny fingers, and her lips were curved into an unreadable smirk.
"Have a seat, brother. I waited too long." She gestured to the chair aslant.
Gingerly, Mr. Petrov walked over and settled down on the chair. He cleared his throat, adjusting his striped suit jacket.
"If these are not to your liking," Alexandra said, taking a look at the served delicacies. "You can tell me what you want. I'll have it served to you immediately. We have a lot to discuss."
Mr. Petrov shook his head at her.
"No, it's alright. I don't mind at all. I don't really have the appetite for anything."
