[Petrov Estate, Russia]
The sound of shattering glass echoed through the grand study of the Petrov estate.
Igor stood beside his desk with his chest rising and falling with barely contained fury.
A crystal decanter lay in pieces across the expensive Persian rug with its contents spreading over the floor. Several documents had been swept off the desk and a chair had been knocked over in his fit of rage.
Igor's men stood a few feet away, careful not to draw his attention.
"How many times do I have to ask the same question?" Igor demanded, turning towards them. "Where is the envelope?"
Nobody answered immediately.
Igor let out a humourless laugh and picked up a glass paperweight from his desk. He examined it for a moment before hurling it against the wall. It shattered on impact.
