Masha let out an exasperated groan as he glanced at the caller ID and tossed his phone back onto his bed.
"Ugh, I have to pick up that call or I'll miss today's date. That man is intimidating, he could even send one of his henchmen after me," Masha muttered to himself, furrowing his brow in frustration as he reluctantly retrieved the phone.
"Hello, Masha speaking," he said, his voice strained and irritable.
"Why did it take you so long to answer the darn phone and why are you replying me with that tone?" Sasha's voice sounded impatient on the other end.
"For heaven's sake, Sasha, cut to the chase. I have a million things to deal with," Masha retorted with a stressed sigh, feeling the weight of impending responsibilities pressing down on him.
As Sasha began explaining the series of events that had happened earlier that day including Alsen's visit at his grandpa's house and how supportive his grandpa is.
