Mikhail was still looking at the major. His face was absolutely expressionless, but there was a storm of different feelings inside and a host of different thoughts were rushing through his head.
«You say! That is, this wedding does not suit the KGB, wow, the alignment. What is so special about this Gleb?» Fedorov was sure that Roshin had nothing to do with it. He had known Tatiana for ages and her tricks had never interested secret agents. But the fact that KGB cared so much about Svetlov surprised and alarmed at the same time.
«There was no doubt that Gleb was talented – nobody would argue that, but here the underlying reason was totally different. Well, he would have to ruin this wedding. If a person like a KGB major personally asked for this, then there is no choice at all. He himself did not like much this farce of a wedding,» his storm of emotions was finally subdued.
« It's clear, how much time have I got?»
«The sooner, the better. But you understand, you need not just upset the marriage of this couple, you need them to end their close relationship, since Roshina's pregnancy from Svetlov is extremely undesirable. We will also take some measures, but I think your help will be useful to us,» Lazarev's blue eyes were calm.
«I see. Do I have to contact you after this mission?»
«No, your activities will be monitored, but, if you need help you can contact me directly,» Major Lazarev handed Mikhail a slip of paper with his phone number.
«OK, anything else?» Fedorov’s eyes expressed neither annoyance, nor discontent – only a question.
«He’ll be able to play anybody without any rehearsals – from the forest spirit in the bog to the Byzantian emperor,» Fedorov was immediately charmed with his interlocutor’s extraordinary talent and the way of moving – this guy was really gifted. «Chameleon eyes changing their color from blue to green are not very common. What a unique talent is being wasted,» a thought crossed his mind, «but why wasted? It is actually not. Only such talented and strong people are fit for this hard work unsuitable for a man in the crowd.»
«No, that’s all.» Anatoly Lazarev got up and extended his hand to say good bye.
«OK, I’ll do everything as you said. Bye.»
When the door behind his visitor closed, Fedorov came up to a small mirror hanging on the wall. He saw a handsome man, with the expression of fatigue and light sadness in his eyes because he often had to fulfill KGB officers’ orders in order to get a permission to do what he really liked.
«Well, that was not the worst offer, we’ll get through it.»
He looked out into the corridor and saw several actors.
«Has Tatiana left? Do you know where she is?» asked Fedorov.
«She is in the foyer, shall I call her?»
«Yes, please, tell her to come to my office.»
In a couple of minutes Tatiana knocked on the door and entered the room. The neckline of the burgundy satin dress revealed soft, rounded shoulders and favorably emphasized the chic breasts, the object of admiration for men and envy of women. Her big, gray eyes had alarm sitting deep within them and were shining on her round face framed by her curly hair. Plump, discontentedly pursed lips expressed protest and resentment.
«Please, close the door, and stop demonstrating universal grief. I know, you are a talented actress,» Fedorov smiled benevolently, «sit down, we need to have a serious talk,» he motioned to the chair.
Roshin jerked her shoulder, raised her chin even higher and sat down. She was looking at the window away and it seemed that nothing would induce her to look at Mikhail.