When Maxim saw Taras walking down the hallway, his brows furrowed, and he quickly pulled his hands away from those of the guide who was with him. "One second, please, hey, Tar!"
Taras shot him a glance from the corner of his eye and kept walking toward the exit, his long strides unfaltering. And just like that, the representative popped up right next to him again, matching Taras's pace with hurried steps echoing in the hallway. "Taras, did… did something go wrong in there?
"No," Taras said curtly, brushing him off. Maxim, hands clasped behind his back, walked alongside him with a more relaxed gait, studying his face. He knew that expression. It was the same look his friend always wore when he couldn't stand something but couldn't admit it either.
"Did the guide try something?" Maxim whispered in his ear.
