He was reluctant to come to this particular case, but was voted out. The whole team thought that the team jackets would be a great idea, especially since their coach's sister specializes in clothes. According to him, the idea was exaggerated ... but it provided an opportunity to see Nadia. So they met again at the Koroliov residence, so that his future sister-in-law could present them the designs and take measurements. He thought it would be worse, although Tatiana was extremely talkative that day, simply charmed by her own drawings, which made him wonder if she was falling into megalomania. Usually she talked a lot, but this time she surpassed herself, which surprised him incredibly, and even tasted a bit. He didn't like people overwhelming others with their words. Her outfits no longer surprised him. She chose a fairly short, blue blouse with a loose turtleneck and long sleeves, a silver skirt with a slightly sparkling glitter, and long white socks. He noticed a blue leather band with a heart on one thigh. She tied her hair in two ponytails hanging down the length of her head, down to the shoulders.
- That logo of yours could be more fancy. - she assessed. - Unfortunately, Nadia categorically forbade me to change, so it remained as it was.
- Where is she exactly? - Enrique asked. - You won't need her?
- Oh no, I know her measures by heart, whatever I sew. - She laughed, throwing a neon pink fringe. - Where do you think she might be? This worker has been in the office since four in the morning! By the way, Robert, I can see that in Paris you took my words to heart ...
- That's possible. - he replied calmly, sitting on the couch sipping tea.
- That girl has good health! - Johnny said.
-The always well-organized Nadia organizes even better! - she burst out loud laughter again, then looked meaningfully in the direction of Jurgens. - All to have time for you. On top of that, I have to admit, you got Ivan on a gig during my parents' anniversary! Chapeau bass!
- Thank you. In fact, it wasn't difficult.
- A bigger scandal? - Enrique asked.
- Oh, my cousin Ivan and Nadia were training ballroom dancing, so the young one wanted to show off at a family party ... pretty sticky type. It would be a lot to tell. - she babbled as she wrote down measurements. - Anyway, Dina let herself be invited to dance, and halfway through, Robert almost snatched her from Ivan's hands! And in what style! Let you see his face!
He didn't listen to any more paeans about himself and the complaints of Ivan. He finished his tea, gave Tatiana a slight bow, then walked towards Nadia's office. He couldn't wait to see her, and although he knew that would most likely interrupt her hard work ... deeply respected it. Jurgens didn't like getting up at such immoral times just to crash the paperwork, even if the final reason was more time for him. He preferred not to guess how much she had to do, he had completely hated it for a long time. Was going to dissuade Nadia from becoming overloaded again. She finally had to stand up to her parents. He was approaching her office when he clearly heard the raised voices. Feminine and masculine. They argued in Russian. He thought that it would be appropriate to know the speech of the future wife, even if only in a small percentage.
- Ostanovi eto! Eto budet luchshe dlya vsekh*! - the man shouted, clearly irritated.
- Eto nevozmozhno! Dlya kogo ty menya*?! - the woman snapped back.
- Dlya razumnoy vzrosloy zhenshchiny*!
- Spasibo! Ni za chto*!
The door swung open, almost breaking his nose. He had time to stop at the last moment. A tall man with a loose tie and disheveled hair burst out from behind them. Enraged, he didn't notice that anyone was nearby.
- Vy pozhaleyete ob etom*! - he growled as he walked away.
As soon as the rowdy disappeared around the corner, he entered slowly, unbuttoning the button of a slightly oppressive collar of a navy blue striped shirt tucked into black jeans that draped over equally dark Chelsea boots. He came closer. She sat with head lowered heavily in hands, leaning on the tabletop of a large, dark desk, piled high with documents, folders, envelopes and boxes. Somewhere below them, a silver laptop hatch gleamed. Again in a white shirt, falling over a pleated black skirt, combined with opaque, dark tights. This time, however, instead of high brown boots with a loose uppers, she chose varnished low boots tied with a wide ribbon. The fur vest hung over the back of the chair.
- Dima ... - she muttered nervously, feeling someone's presence, then looked ahead and smiled. - Ah, it's you ... I didn't expect.
- What did he want? - He asked.
- Let's say ... I'm not getting along well with my brother-in-law lately. - she muttered, leaning back more comfortably and looking at him happily. - Since you got here, I have good news. Your discs will be ready before the finals ...
- Do not change the subject. - He ordered firmly blocking the door, and then sat down as close to her as possible. - When I was here the day before your parents' anniversary, Dmitri admitted that he would rather propose to you than to his wife. Before that, I didn't take it too seriously. After this row, I guess I made a mistake.
- What a jerk ... I didn't expect such perfidy from him. - she moaned softly, then added a little louder. - I've known for some time. At the beginning, I also thought it was a joke, unfortunately it has been getting more and more insistent since you showed up.
- He urged you to break up with me? - he asked seriously.
- Urged? Tried to force! Eh ... - she sighed heavily, standing up and sitting on Jurgens' lap. - Ignore it. He ... that's just the way he is. He hasn't yet fulfilled any threat. He values my parents' contacts too much. Our name strengthened his company.
- You think letting go is a good idea? - he asked rhetorically, hugging her waist. - If he commits to intimidate you ...
- I don't know, but ... Robert, leave it. Dima has a pretty big ego, fact. However, nature didn't spare him so much greed not to sacrifice the company. It's his work, it won't bury him with the dead. At least I think so.
He thought. He had no intention of letting go, because he was too pissed off by the tone Dmitri used to talk to Nadia. He didn't need to know what he was saying. The way he did it was enough. She wrapped her arms around him, snuggling into a navy blue shirt.
Ostanovi eto! Eto budet luchshe dlya vsekh! - [rus.] Break it up! It will be better for everyone!
Eto nevozmozhno! Dlya kogo ty menya?! - [rus.] It is not possible! Who do you think i am?!
Dlya razumnoy vzrosloy zhenshchiny! - [rus.] For a sensible adult woman!
Spasibo! Ni za chto! - [rus.] Thank you! No way!
Vy pozhaleyete ob etom! - [rus.] You will regret it!