"Refuse?"
In the room of this Russian-style building, the middle-aged man wearing a brown hat lifted his head, his deep eyes emitting a sharp light, like an eagle eyeing its prey.
Yet the girl seemed oblivious, hanging her hat on the chair next to her before sitting down, looking directly at the man across from her, unflinched, "Yes."
The man in the brown hat immediately furrowed his brow, "Do you understand the importance of this mission?"
"Of course, the details are clearly stated in the document."
The girl nodded lightly, then quickly changed the subject, "But, do you understand the importance of this person to me?"
"Your thinking is flawed," the man in the brown hat intoned in a cold voice, as if the temperature inside was several degrees colder than the icy outside.
Clearly, the man in the brown hat is the commanding superior of this elfin woman.
Outside, the world was a blanket of white with snowflakes falling slowly, landing on rooftops and piling on the ground.
