Khan smirked at the man standing in front of his desk, while he, himself, was across the room sitting in a large leather armchair with a cup of tea and a large service revolver on a small side table.
"I am over here, Comrade," he called. Taking a long pull on his cigarette, before gesturing towards the settee across from him. "You should come, have a seat, and tell me of all the wonders you have seen in your travels."