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A loud clatter sounded as the receiver fell back into place. Mihai let out a frustrated sound, something between a sigh and growl, leaning back into his chair and running a hand through his hair. He was supposed to have had a few days off from work ('days off' being a euphemism for 'take all of your paperwork home and do it there'), but he'd just been informed that the Home Office representative was absolutely insisting on an earlier meeting date. Which meant that he had to turn everything in sooner, and that his well-earned holiday was being cut mercilessly short. Damn fucking bureaucrat-types. He hated this line of work and he hated everything remotely involved with it. Goddamn, his internal monologue was even starting to sound like one of those miserable, overworked white-collars who weren't even remotely satisfied with their life choices, and frankly that was just sad. He shuddered to think that those people actually did this stuff for a living. At least for him, it was only for a little while longer.

A genuine sigh escaped him this time when he propped his elbows up on the desk and dropped his head into his hands. Just a little while longer and he would be free and he swore to God he was never touching another sheet of paperwork again and he would put himself on permanent holiday in like, the Bahamas or something. But at the moment, he had the impending paperwork to do, which the Home Office had so graciously given him so much time to work on, what with the earlier deadline and all. The details were in his briefcase, which was sitting comfortably at the foot of his desk about an arms-length away. He looked down at the object in question and calculated the amount of energy that must be expended to reach down and retrieve it. He didn't get an exact number, but the overall result amounted to 'not worth the goddamn effort,' which worked well enough for him. He chose to stare blankly at the opposite wall instead.

He'd been beginning to become particularly engrossed in studying the physics of the streams of smoke from the candles on the windowsill when he heard Andrei call out from the floor below. Mihai acknowledged his announcement with a "greeeaaat," which he said to himself with as much fake enthusiasm as he could muster, then simply lowered his head onto the desk. After Andrei being a petulant little shit and not speaking to him for a week over fucking chicken nuggets, and the first words Andrei said to him were to declare their housekeeper's arrival. Elizaveta—exactly what Mihai needed right now. He stared at the flickering flame of the candle and wondered if he just stayed up there and locked himself in whether she would deign it worth her effort to harass him.

After a moment, he frowned. He knew that Andrei and Elizaveta got along well. Too well, in his opinion, as though having a hellion for a little brother wasn't enough and he needed a friend to mess things up with ('things' mostly meaning Mihai's things). Mihai finally sat up again, tapping one colored fingernail against the wooden desk as he contemplated the possibilities of leaving the two of them alone together, especially after Andrei had decided to throw a tantrum worthy of an eight year-old child. Wasn't it also his turn to do the laundry loads this week—? Suddenly, Mihai was very wary of leaving Elizaveta and Andrei together. Call it gut feeling or the simple notion of knowing his little brother really damn well, but he knew this was likely not going to end well. He spun halfway around in his office chair and stared hard at the door, hoping that such a gesture would will away whatever uncouth ideas Elizaveta and Andrei were probably brewing. But to stop them meant actually going down and checking up on them, and possibly having to deal with another rant about the differences between Burger King and McDonald's (there was fucking none), and he was just not up to that. He spun the chair back around the way it came and his head went back onto the desk. He needed sleep. Or a drink. Or someone willing to fuck his brains out. Or, really, all three, not necessarily simultaneously and not necessarily in that order.