“If you’re not stupid, translate this document,” the director mocked the cleaning lady, but then was shocked by the truth.
Artyom Volkov stepped across the threshold of the luxurious lobby of his new headquarters with his usual confidence. The surroundings—crystal glass, polished marble, the cold gleam of metal—seemed like an extension of himself: flawless, sharp, and inaccessible. The secretary instantly jumped to her feet as soon as she caught sight of his reflection in the … Read more