Lords above, anytime Vladimir thought his little brother—Zhenya—couldn't get more tiresome, he found himself proven wrong. Vladimir couldn't begin to fathom just how their father trusted him. But unfortunately for him, he did, so he, too, had to deal with him.

Not even threatening him with legal action worked. Clearly it didn't because Zhenya's infuriating smile never left his face.

Vladimir had to try not to rip the door handle off the wood once he slammed the door closed. He let out a shaky sigh and began walking towards his car.

Vladimir let out a huff of relief once he'd entered the backseat of the car. He turned his head to look at you, and right before you could question anything-

"He was waiting for me to get in the car. If we didn't meet here, he'd come looking for me. We both know Zhenya wouldn't announce himself right away and he'd overhear. It was hard enough to convince him he needed your services in the first place." Vladimir raised his hand to rub his eyes, only opening them slightly to look at the separating glass between the front and back seat.

About a year ago, Vladimir had hired you to spy on his brother, disguising you as Zhenya's "much-needed" personal assistant. It took a while of Zhenya complaining and claiming he didn't require one before Vladimir had managed to get you to work for his little brother.