“— Are you going?
Marina opened the door to her husband’s office without knocking and walked up to his desk.
— The workday is over. Everyone has gone.
— No,” Spiridonov shook his head without taking his eyes off the computer monitor he was working on. “I need to think about something.
— As you wish,” Marina shrugged indifferently and turned away. “See you at home.
— Tell Stas to take you, and then he should come back,” Sergei said, not looking at his wife.
— All right,” Marina said as she moved toward the exit, turning back. “When you come, I’ll prepare something tasty.
— Great,” Spiridonov agreed automatically.