“So what are you going to do?” Cassius asked. “Ask her what she wants,” Zahariev said. “You’re going to ask her?” he repeated. “Zahariev, this is a decision you should make. You are the head of this fucking family.” “I have decided. You just don’t like it.” “Because I know what she will choose, and then we’ll be at war over a fucking woman who decided she was too good for her own family.”
