Chapter 13

• “Sir”. Antoine said from across the door of my office. “Lord, we need to talk”. he mentioned again.
• “Come in, don't worry”. I mentioned with a completely serious, but at the same time friendly tone of voice, if it could be called that, remembering the death of my brother, and telling Ivonne had left me thinking for all these days how weak I still am. “I could realize that I still do not get over it, that it is still a sensitive subject for me and that it makes me a completely hostile man with the people around me, partly because of that I had not wanted to approach Ivonne, but I have observed her from a distance. What do you want?”. I commented, looking at Antoine.
• “U menya yest' to, chto vy zakazali. (I have what he asked me to do.)”. he mentioned with some emotion in his voice, in his hands came a folder with many papers inside it, I guess it was everything related to Ivonne.