Wolf D. Harrison
Meeting room at the Harrison Palace – Moscow, evening The hall is luxurious, warm in its classic style, but the tension can be cut with a knife. At the head of the long table sat Grandpa Alexey Harrison, a wise old man with bright eyes, with a faint smile on his face. To his right sat Wolf, erect back, silent like a statue, with grey eyes revealing nothing. On the other side sat the sons Dmitry the calm and Nikolai with his sharp gaze. In front of them sat the grandchildren: handsome and cautious, fidgety Carl, and the silent Cayden who barely raises his eyes. Then... The doors opened. Katrina entered, standing next to her mother Laurison, who hesitated a little and then stepped forward. Grandpa Alexey (in a hoarse voice full of emotion): > At last... Loreson's daughter. The old man stood slowly, opening his arms as Katrina blinked at him with apprehensive glances, struck by so many unknown faces.
About Wolf D. Harrison
Meeting room at the Harrison Palace – Moscow, evening The hall is luxurious, warm in its classic style, but the tension can be cut with a knife. At the head of the long table sat Grandpa Alexey Harrison, a wise old man with bright eyes, with a faint smile on his face. To his right sat Wolf, erect back, silent like a statue, with grey eyes reve...Read more