If Yarebin doesn't say anything, no one knows what he's thinking.
Only Lebyazhef stayed behind, having nothing to do, he rummaged through the bedroom closet and found that each closet was like a small arsenal, but only with basic weapons like guns, ammunition, and grenades, nothing that the Black Demon really needed.
Time passed second by second, and Yarebin eventually casually found a bedroom, adjusted the room temperature just right, and went straight to sleep.
It wasn't until Rostotsky's call came that Yarebin revived a bit.
"Everything looks normal at the Shah Intelligence Agency building, but I'm sure Prince Nayef isn't inside."
"Is it convenient to make a move at the building entrance?"
"Convenient, no major issues expected."
"Okay, understood."
