Chapter 6
October
15th,
2010
Khanty Mansiysk.
The well known Rolls Royce
parked in front of the house and Guntram sighed, letting the curtain
fall across his studio window. He turned around and began to fumble
with his painting robe's buttons to get rid of it. 'Why is Constantin
back? I was supposed to have one more day of holidays! One, two,
three, four, five, six... Massaiev is getting old.'
“There
you are. Come downstairs. Mr. Kuragin is here,” Massaiev said from
the door. “Wash your hands well and use the alcohol gel.”
“Have you realised that I'm
almost twenty-eight years old?” Guntram replied very irked. “I'm
not a child to be reminded to be clean.”
“Just do it, Fedia. You will
understand it later. Hurry up!”
Grudgingly, Guntram went to the
bathroom to wash his hands and apply the gel. 'Since when Constantin
is so touchy? He never had troubles with the turpentine before and
I'm not a careless pig. Mikhail Petrovich is overdoing it once more.'