He shook her hand English-style without making a production of it, and let her go, well aware of English diffidence. "Очень хорошо," he answered, leaving the folder on the table. A few minutes' brisk work with the espresso machine, and two small cups of the strong brew appeared on the table, along with milk (because the English tended to raise eyebrows if it were not present, though Viktor's Bulgarian soul revolted) and sugar cubes.
"Yes," he said as he worked, "it is second rule of diplomacy, to keep the press happy. What I am allowed to answer for you, I have brought all the numbers and report summaries."