Alex Volkov was sitting in his office, legs propped up on his desk and jade-green eyes narrowed in frustration. His knuckles were turning white from the stone grip he had on his phone, it was a surprise he hadn't broken it yet. His voice was cold and calm, he rarely raised his voice, but the cold, unforgiving edge to his tone would send a sane person running. His eyes flickered up to you as you walked through his office door.