Clorinde shook her head vigorously. "Of course not! But if Ivan finds out I'm the main person behind this, he will tear me apart, literally. He wouldn't hesitate to completely destroy me." She bit her lip, muttering to herself. "Shit, what am I going to do?"
Mr. Sokolov crossed his arms, his frown suddenly replaced with w smirk. At that moment, he could smell her fear. Clearing his throat, he said, "You know." He paused for a moment before continuing. "I don't even remember how I and Damien got involved in this. All of this seems like a you problem."
She stared at him, her voice starting to tremble. "What? You can't be serious. You're not thinking of cutting me off and ratting me out to Ivan, are you?"
Mr. Sokolov chuckled and shrugged nonchalantly. "I mean, I don't see a use for you anymore."
