Arrive at Ivan's property

You drove over to Ivan's place and were amazed. You had been here once before when you accompanied your mother to one of her work-do's but you'd forgotten the size of the place. While it wasn't quite a mansion, it must have been pretty close. You drove up the driveway, towards a large staircase. You felt like you were about to enter Mr Burns' house, but had to shake the thoughts. Despite his dislike of people, his place was surprisingly open to the public. You got out of your car and knocked on the door. After a long while, it finally swung open.

"Yes?"

A simple word, but it was already like frost to the bone. Ivan's thick Russian accent reverberated in your head as you built up the words to speak. All casualness before was gone as you searched for the right thing to say.

"Uhh..."

Now you were having second thoughts. There was no proof the paper was real. What if you made a fool of yourself and word got back to your mum. Even if it was real, would it work? Ivan was Russian, but you don't know where from. You know it was a small town which made his success all the more impressive, but was it the Eastern, Asian side of the Western, European side? Ivan was growing fed up.

"I have no time for this." he said, beginning to close the door.

"Wait!" you say.

He looks at you expectantly, though ready to shut the door in your face.