"Of course," Baron Grudin extended his hand and clinked his wine glass against the glass window, making a light 'ding' sound, as if toasting: "Knowing my name and still daring to act so arrogantly, there must be some background. However, a necessary lesson must be given; just mind your own business."
He let go of the curtain and turned around: "How's the thing I asked you to handle?"
The man bent slightly: "The people were sent out this morning. They should be back by evening without any surprises."
"That's best." Baron Grudin casually tossed the glass away; it landed beside the dead woman by the bed. The crimson liquid splattered out, soaking into the carpet's fibers, making the dark red carpet even darker—
"This matter is at Father's request, and it must be done perfectly."
