CHAPTER 13
VIKING
Sprawled in a recliner, Viking downed another glass of vodka. The liquor burned hot all the way to his stomach. Across from him sat Sokolov, next to Kristoff. After nursing countless bottles to celebrate his upcoming nuptials, the rest of the men had finally settled down. They’d been going over numbers for the past hour. The rest of the Russians were probably still downstairs, drinking like fish. They never left a bottle full.
Vasili, who drank more than Viking just to show he could out-drink him, had decided to turn in, leaving the three of them alone. Viking suspected he had other plans for the night, not that he gave a crap. According to Damon, the brigadier had a mistress in San Fran, like he probably had in many places across the globe. It didn’t matter. They had
