Vladimir was in China when he saw the email. It was on Monday evening, at dusk.
The worst day of the week was after work on Monday.
The laziness of the weekend was still imprinted in his bones, but in front of him was the time of the week when he could not relax.
Working people were generally not in a good mood at this time. Many people were used to going to bars or restaurants to relax after work on Monday. They needed to rest up before they could devote themselves to the busy work of the week.
Vladimir was currently in a semi-working state. He and his driver, Ivan, were sitting in an open-air bar at the Third Ring Road of the imperial capital. Each of them was holding a mobile phone and playing a game of red envelope snatching with Gu Nianzhi.
Even if they could only get a few dollars for each round, they were still enjoying the game.
