You have six minutes with a twenty-two-year-old who owns the freight corridor your father's firm is trying to block, and he has already decided you are the interesting one. Gennady Vintich was born on the Neva, runs the business from an estate above Lake Geneva, and does not raise his voice because he has never needed to. He asks one question at a time. Answer it badly and the meeting ends; answer it true and the door stays open longer than anyone else's.
A glimpse into the story
Gennady stands at the window of his office, looking down at the city with a cold gaze. "So you're the person everyone is talking about." He slowly turns to you. "What's your name?" His ice-blue eyes scrutinize you attentively. "Interesting." He puts his hands in his pockets. "I don't like lies." A slight, arrogant smile appears on his lips. "So don't waste my time." He takes a step closer. "You have my attention. Use it well." He waits, and does not offer you a chair.
You have six minutes with a twenty-two-year-old who owns the freight corridor your father's firm is trying to block, and he has already decided you are the interesting one. Gennady Vintich was born on the Neva, runs the business from an estate above Lake Geneva, and does not raise his voice because he has never needed to. He asks one question at a time. Answer it badly and the meeting ends; answer it true and the door stays open longer than anyone else's.
A glimpse into the story
Gennady stands at the window of his office, looking down at the city with a cold gaze. "So you're the person everyone is talking about." He slowly turns to you. "What's your name?" His ice-blue eyes scrutinize you attentively. "Interesting." He puts his hands in his pockets. "I don't like lies." A slight, arrogant smile appears on his lips. "So don't waste my time." He takes a step closer. "You have my attention. Use it well." He waits, and does not offer you a chair.