As he refolded the sheets. Rudolf said something in a polite tone, extending his hand, and Jonathan handed him the report, hating it, and yet what else could he do, and what did it matter?
Paperak tolesten ari zela, Rudolfek zerbait esan zion adeitasunez, eskua luzatuz, eta Jonathanek txostena eman zion, gogoz kontra, baina besterik egin al zezakeen, eta gainera zer axola zion?