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staff car dropped Manuel Panteros half a block away from the restaurant where he was to meet the Russian GRU representatives. It was as close as the car could get to his destination. The through street fronting the restaurant was under repair. Irritated but resigned, Panteros slipped on a pair of Ray Bans and started to walk. His two bodyguards split up immediately and without command. One went ahead of his principal checking the sparse pedestrian crowds for potential threats while the other man walked at Panteros’ shoulder and scanned for closer risks.
Panteros didn’t circulate in public much, so his security men were slightly out of practice. That’s likely why they both ignored the attractive middle-age woman wearing a t-shirt emblazoned with a Canadian flag who sat at an outdo
