38. Yuri Gorbachev

'Thank God Zoya understands. I had no trouble telling her because she's a good wife.'

Viktor muttered to himself as he walked towards the mansion's main room which was located next to his study.

"Grandpa, are you in?"

Viktor knocked on his grandfather's bedroom.

"Just come in, Viktor!"

Viktor heard a voice from inside. He opened the door.

"Good morning, Grandpa. Please forgive me for disturbing you so early in the morning."

Viktor closed the door and bowed in greeting.

"Ha! Ha! Ha! What's it, Viktor?"

Gennadius is putting on his suit. He sat on the edge of the bed.

"What brings you to see me this early in the morning?"

Viktor walked up to Gennadius. His eyes looked down at where Gennadius' leather shoes were. Viktor squatted down in front of Gennadius.

"What are you doing, Viktor? Stand up!"

Viktor didn't respond to Gennadius' call. He grabbed the shoes and put them on patiently.

"Grandpa, Zoya wants to come with me to the office. However, this morning I've an interview