"Dad, what do we do?!"
Dimitri panicked, beginning to pace back and forth in the Petrov mansion.
Mr. Petrov was seated on the sofa, face lowered onto his palm.
"We are finished."
"Is there nothing we can do?" Vera asked.
He lifted his head and met her eyes. His expression narrowed angrily. "Nothing we can do?"
He shot to his feet and waved his finger at her, furious, "I asked you to get the USB! If you had just done your job well, we wouldn't be in this state! I helped you get close to my son and in the end, you were completely useless to me."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?!"
Vera spat back. "I tried my best! It's not my fault your entire family is useless! One woman? One woman was all it took to bring your so-called powerful family down and now you want to blame me?! Do you think—-"
"Both of you shut up!" Dimitri suddenly yelled, gripping his head that was beggining to ache painfully.
His father and Vera looked at him.
