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Alexei stood with his back to his office, arms crossed loosely in front of his chest and gaze sweeping over the cityscape outside his window. -His- city. A calm look was cast over his features. But the set of his shoulders suggested he was anything but calm. He was furious- Absolutely fuming, beneath the calm facade he put over his face. The past night, he had watched fire sweep across his city. Consuming flames, gnawing away at those who had trusted him to protect them. How many loyal men and women had burned last night, he wondered...

And now, some of his most trusted advisers and workers awaited their turns talking to him. Nearly everybody of import was in his waiting room... Which meant he was in for a lot of explanations. He only hoped none of them were here to give him pointless excuses, to try and save their own necks- For that was a sure way to lose their heads, in Alexei's presence. He took a deep breath, letting it out in a sigh and straightening his suit, turning about and making his way towards the door. A shove of his foot on the way rolled the heavy punching bag away from the middle of the room. It thudded against the wall, leaving a trail of sand in its wake from where he had split it the previous night taking out his frustrations- An activity made all the clearer by the bruises and split skin that covered his knuckles, roughly bound in gauze that was now crusted with dry blood, taking away from the neat look of the rest of him.

Rather than calling for his secretary to let somebody in, Alexei pushed the double doors of his office open personally, letting them swing wide as he cast his gaze from person to person, and jerked his head back into the room behind him.
"All of you come in. I expect to hear about last night's fire- In detail."
The only sign of his rage outside of the set of his shoulders was the slightest bit of accent he let slip into his usually well-measured voice. The Russian burr was normally suppressed in public, lest his mood was foul... Something his underlings would know oh so well, had they listened to him on more than one occasion.

Trusting the lot of them to follow, Alexei strode back to his desk, pushing his chair aside and standing behind it rather than sitting, spreading his hands on the wooden surface and staring down at the dozens of papers that littered it. Most were messages about last night- And none of them were remotely informative on the matter.
"Once we finish here, somebody get a hold of Zhukov. I want to see the lab for myself."