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 fra of his glasses on his nose as he adjusted them. His fingers flicked against the fra, 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 tis, but still, a friend.
"I believe there's been so more... interesting developnts?" Mikhailis asked, leaning back in his bed.
Rodion paused, and Mikhailis tilted his head.
"What? What is it?"
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