I was making photos of an antique oak nightstand when a doorbell on the store's back door rang. I frowned. I didn't know if JJ was out or not—he was so quiet that I never noticed his coming and going around until the bastard spook me again—but I made a copy of the keys for him. Besides him, a very few people would use the back door, most not even thinking about it. Avarice always came from the front. Panda would've messaged me first, and my grandparents would've called. Rita was working right now. That left… "Someone is ringing the doorbell," Kirill stated the obvious, turning in the sound's direction. I frowned. "Let them." Damn. I should've asked JJ to stay around. When the ringing didn't stop, repeating with the unceasing stubbornness and ignorance towards the obvious fact that people inside didn't want to open the door, I became one hundred percent sure that it came from Andrey. He was like a ram—dumb and stubborn and ramming into my door. I grit my teeth and just as stubbornly continued to ignore the buzzing. "Are you sure, Diana?" Kirill looked at me with concern. "Whoever this is, if they are so insistent, it must be important."