Who Needs a Dream? Who Needs Ambition?

"It had better go to plan," Molokov said darkly, his fingers clenching into fists. "Or I will have to take matters into my own hands, regardless of your aversion to paperwork. It is just good business, you understand."

At the remark about his gun, he merely tilted his head and raised an eyebrow. "Are you fearing that I would shoot you? Please, perish the thought. I would never waste such a valuable resource."