Mr. Mikhail gave her a skeptical look, placing both his hands on her shoulders and straightening her up slightly. He knew his daughter well and was quite certain she was faking it. "You're always so dramatic, Ania," he muttered, shaking head. "But you aren't going to fool me this time."
Mrs. Svetlana approached the desk, picking up the note and reading its contents. She chuckled softly before turning to them, "You have enough time to rest, Ania. The note says the meeting time is at 2 p.m., which is three hours from now. In fact, you have more than enough time to rest."
"Say what now?" Ania's head tilted to the side, her eyes narrowing as she tried to see her mother around her father's body which was blocking her view.
