Getting ready
*Karolina* It is still quite early in the morning, Ryan and I have joined the others in the cabin. My mind and body is still humming quietly with the afterglow of last night. I sit on the edge of the bed, my fingers nervously twisting the hem of my sleeve. The air is thick with tension, and the weight of the mission ahead presses down on my chest. I glance over at Ryan, who stands by the mirror as Holly fastens the collar of the dark coat around his neck. He looks different… more serious, more dangerous. “Just a little more over here,” Holly instructs, her voice steady despite the gravity of our situation. “You want to look convincing, Ryan. Mr. Romanov won’t take kindly to anyone who seems out of place.” “Right,” Ryan replies, adjusting his posture. He’s trying to embody this Viktor V
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