VIKTOR
I’ve been waiting.
Five hours and twenty-three minutes, to be exact.
I’ve tracked his movements from across rooftops, through alleyways, inside that busted café on Lexington where he met someone who handed him a second burner phone.
He thinks no one’s watching.
He probably thinks touching her was a job well done, a task completed, a warning delivered.
He has no idea what he's done.
It's a good thing I followed Niko to the mall.
I didn't do it because I wanted to be around Stella or anything like that. I was….keeping my future wife safe.
She'd been distant all day. The whole thing about being watched scares the s**t out of her, but she doesn’t show it. She's trying to be strong.
I wonder if her father even knows about it. He doesn’t seem to be very involved.
He's luc
