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“This is utterly ridiculous!” Tanya leaned back against her desk with her arms crossed. “I have only just arrived in Washington.”
“I have instructions from your father that if you refuse his order for your protection, I am to put you on airplane and send you home to Kyiv.” Ambassador Tomas Khomenko stood at parade rest precisely three paces away, as he usually did when he was unhappy with his duty. Even in his advanced age, there was no taking the military out of the old soldier.
“Tomas!”
“Ms. Tatyana Ivanovna Larina.” The ambassador was being stiffly formal, another bad sign.
“I can not go back. I have a treaty to sign.”
“Yet, your father’s order stands.”
“He is only the Prime Minister. I was appointed to be Assistant Minister of Foreign Relations by the President, and approved b
