Mikhailis sat comfortably in his room, the soft morning light spilling through the curtains, creating a warm golden glow. He leaned back, feeling the smooth frame of his glasses on his nose as he adjusted them. His fingers flicked against the frame, activating the built-in system.
"Rodion," he whispered, a small grin playing on his lips as he called his AI assistant.
The voice, steady and familiar, filled his ears, and Mikhailis felt a sense of relief. It was like hearing from an old friend—one who could be blunt and irritating at times, but still, a friend.
"I believe there's been some more... interesting developments?" Mikhailis asked, leaning back in his bed.
