Mikhailis returned to his chambers, shutting the door softly behind him as he let out a deep sigh. He rubbed his neck, trying to ease so of the tension as he moved towards his desk. Before he could sit, the glasses on the table lit up, signaling Rodion's readiness to engage.
Mikhailis nodded, his gaze growing more contemplative. He took off his glasses, holding them as he listened. The weight of Rodion's words pressed on him, but he wasn't one to avoid complexity if it held promise.
Rodion continued.
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