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– I’ll be in touch,” R’ran replies businesslike, though I can clearly hear the children’s laughter ringing in the background. I doubt it’s one of his staff.

– Am I disturbing you? – I ask just in case, when we’ve finished our formal greetings.

– Not if you’re not going to drag me into your election races.

– Hell, – I pretend to be hurt, – I was hoping to make you my top-secret weapon against the competition.

– Even you don’t have that much money. So what do you got?

– Does the name Margarita Sheremetiev mean anything to you? – I’m not going to beat around the bush explaining how I connected their names.

– Um… – R’ran pauses, at the end of which a loud laugh awaits me. – It is my wife’s sister.

It’s all clear.

I look at my reflection in the rain-soaked window, and I really don’t understand why I’m doing this.

I just wanted to quietly and legitimately become a senator, to improve the world and do other things that would benefit me directly, of course, but would certainly not harm others. But ever since I got to the finish line of my absolutely flawless campaign, trouble has been piling up like peas on my head.