His smile tightens. “You are the don, but we are the power that sits behind you, Misha. We have the right to question your decisions when they fly in the face of reason.”
“No,” I say curtly. “You have the right to ask for clarification. Anything more than that amounts to treason. And you know as well as I do how we handle traitors in the Bratva.”
Klim sits up a little straighter, his eyes floating over to the half-full wine glass for a moment before they land back on me.
“Very well,” he says. “Then I will ask for clarification. What is your plan?”
“It’s unfolding as we speak. We have Petyr in a stranglehold, which is why he’s missing. He’s trying to hit me from the shadows, but I plan on weeding him out soon.”
His papery lips press together in distaste. “Vague.”
“Some plans depend on
