Morse• Urey• Typica didn't like his name Urey; he preferred others to call him Mr. Morse.
Especially these days... He felt he had a strange dream.
In the dream, he was strangely detained in a police cell because due to being frammed... But in fact, these days he was secretly making a plan with Brubov to deal with Efim.
And the plan was finally completed.
"Brubov, Congratulations, you will be the new Duma. The House of Commons needs an excellent person like you."
That was not in the Typica's manor, but in a private room of a restaurant downtown.
"Well done, Mr. Morse." Brubov was calmer than Morse imagined. He could be described as taciturnity at the banquet.
And Brubov strictly did not touch alcohol... which was very rare for Russian men.
Brubov looked at Morse and lightly said, "The nomination will be released in two months. And I will bring forward the shipping amendment plans in the Parliament to fight for more benefits for your 'company'."
