"The beams of the building I am working on are faulty," Cindy said, almost hissing. "Steel girders of very inferior quality from the 50s, already delaminating lustily. Just now the skeleton is gone and we can get back to work. But this time, I'm suing the pants off bloody Pangolin. Or rather, Leo is going to skilfully squeeze them where it hurts most, in a lawyerly, correct, and very polite, and then they have to spit up money for the hassle, and the hardship for poor Sergei!"
Andras shook his head, sat, and reached down to rub Axminster's paw. The dog was already sprawling on the floor in his trademark manner.