"That's Mom to you, Mikhail Loganovich Romanov," she said in an even voice. Her hands hovered near her waist. She had a pistol tucked in the back of her jeans and if needed a tranquilizer made to deal with her son in a pocket. "Misha, it's me, sweetheart. I am not your enemy. I'm your mother and I love you."
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