The icy spring rain of Saint Petersburg incessantly beat on Fawks' carriage, and with each "thud," his agitation increased.
His assistant, tormented by the oppressive atmosphere, cautiously started a conversation: "Sir, our trip wasn't entirely in vain. For example, we found out that the Russians are amassing supplies..."
Fawks interrupted with a grim face, "They're going to war with the Ottoman Empire, something every Tsar does. Are you suggesting that I report this to the Prime Minister?"
The assistant shrank back, not daring to speak further.
At that moment, the carriage suddenly slowed. The attendant by the carriage knocked on the window and pointed at a black carriage in the rain, saying to Fawks, "Sir, there's someone there who wants to see you."
Moments later, when the man outside the carriage closed his umbrella, Fawks showed a surprised expression: "Count Zubov? Oh, please come in."
Then he gave his assistant a signal, who quickly got out of the carriage.
