"Why do you say that?" Yan Fei expressed his surprise.
"You know what? Before the dissolution of the Soviet Union, I spent my time on the battlefield." Ivan stopped smiling and spoke seriously. "I think I survived and lived well thanks to a miraculous sixth sense."
Yan Fei felt awkward all over. Someone as burly as you talking about a sixth sense, that's a bit off, isn't it?
"I can feel it. From the first glance I had of you, I could tell, you are not as harmless as you appear. Just as I can sense that the Gallic Rooster always feels I am like a polar bear."
"..." Yan Fei was speechless. Your sixth sense is quite accurate. Even Yan Fei could tell that Mr. Madan, despite his polite manner, probably didn't have much affection for Mr. Ivan.
Raising his glass to Ivan, Yan Fei then took a big gulp, pretending to feel deceived: "I must say, your appearance fooled me!"
