Elías wrestled with his fear, knowing he couldn't keep the phone call a secret. He found Dmitri in his study, working at his desk, the picture of focused calm. The contrast between Dmitri's peaceful demeanor and the chaos raging inside Elías made the task even harder.
He took a deep breath and spoke, his voice barely a whisper. "Dmitri, I need to tell you something."
Dmitri looked up, his brow furrowing with concern. "What is it, Elías? You look troubled."
Elías recounted the phone call, his voice trembling as he repeated the distorted words. He watched Dmitri's face carefully, searching for any sign of guilt or deception.
Dmitri listened in silence, his expression growing increasingly grim. When Elías finished, he stood up and walked to the window, his back to Elías.
"Who was it?" Elías asked, his voice filled with apprehension.
Dmitri turned around, his eyes filled with a mixture of anger and concern. "I don't know," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "But I intend to find out."
"What did they mean, Dmitri?" Elías pressed, his voice shaking. "'What you did to your enemies'… what does that mean?"
Dmitri hesitated, his eyes filled with pain. "It means I've made enemies in the past, Elías," he said, his voice barely a whisper. "People who would like to see me suffer. People who might try to use you to get to me."