Petrov

Klaus was angry, even though his plan to get his father's attention had worked, now Anika was mad at him, and his brother Ixander had definitely noticed. As usual, no one mentioned the bloodstain on his shirt or the wound on his forehead. Everyone knew what had happened. It wouldn't be the first or last time. A part of Klaus had really wanted to pull the trigger, but he knew that doing so would be more of a headache than it would be productive. Klaus and his brothers knew that doing something like that required more than just bravery. They had learned it the hard way.

"How's business with the Urich?" his father asked, looking at him from across the table.

"It's done. Constantine withdrew his men, but we still haven't found the stolen container," Klaus replied, taking a sip of his whiskey. Anika barely touched her food, playing with it while avoiding her brothers' gaze but still attentive to the conversation.

"We need a shipment for next week," Dmitri informed, clearing his throat. "I