Oriolga: переводы

→Faustin family business played out in two places–the hall and the house. The house being the brownstone where Mikhail and his brothers had grown up. If his parents called a meeting there, the subject was likely to concern only the immediate family. The hall was their place of business, a basement bakery their father had transformed into a wood paneled, antique stuffed sanctuary back during Prohibition using funds he’d hijacked from bootleggers. Back in those days, the hall could have doubled as an elegant speakeasy, and in some ways it was one. It served a very exclusive group of East coast vampyr .

→Mikhail frowned at this vagueness. “Yes.”

→“Nothing. No emergency. Is Gregor with you?”

→“You’re too sentimental about them,” Mikhail said. His phone rang. He answered it, narrowing his eyes at Gregor as he did. No matter what Gregor thought, they’d leave as soon as he hung up. He was too busy to babysit foolish humans.

→Daniel and Omar arrived to secure the scene. Mikhail told Omar to go to a payphone, call 911, and leave the girl next to the phone. Gregor gave him a look. It wasn’t quite a challenge–but he was definitely questioning his judgment.

→“Soon enough, you will know.”

→Gregor called their other brother, Alex, and learned he and his wife had been summoned too, as had Gregor’s wife, but none of them knew anything. Something extraordinary had happened, and all Mikhail could imagine as he and Gregor sped uptown were the grimmest of scenarios. Their consortium with Europe had collapsed. Their brokers had bilked them.

→A meeting at the hall meant the business was public, something to be deliberated by the council. But his father had retired two years ago. If anyone were to call a meeting in the hall, it should be Mikhail himself.