“I have him,” Sergei says into the mic. “Tell Dimitri to bring the car around the front. The kid weighs a ton, and he’s barely conscious.”
I let out a breath and close my eyes, listening to Felix as he calls Dimitri, then someone else. I don’t pay attention to what’s said because I’m engrossed in the sound of Sergei’s slightly labored breathing. Is he okay? He doesn’t sound that well. Was he shot? I look at Felix who’s still on the phone, but he doesn’t look concerned.
I unmute the speaker on my headphones.
“Sergei? Are you okay?” I ask.
He doesn’t say anything. There’s a sound of an approaching car, then, the screech of tires.
“Sergei?” I try again.
After a few moments of silence, I get a dry reply, “I’m okay. Dimitri is here, I have to go.”
I hear the car door opening, rustling, a
