“We have another problem,” Alessandro said. “For reasons unknown as of now, the Russian Imperium has taken an interest in this situation.” I tapped my tablet and Konstantin popped onto the screen in all of his uniformed glory. Grandma Frida sat up straighter. “Well!” “Mother . . .” Mom growled. “I’m old, Penelope. Not dead or blind.” Grandma Frida grinned. “Besides, I always loved a man in uniform.” “For the love of God,” Mom muttered.
