Pi had hidden the Skoda Favorit behind the wall of a half-ruined farmhouse, away from the road. Squatting near the remains of a tractor, he waited for the slightest noise. Suddenly he listened. A vehicle was approaching. He straightened his imposing body and advanced openly along the small path which led to the main building. His boss’ SUV appeared around the trees and stopped next to him. Droski exited, looking tense, and immediately bombarded his bodyguard with questions.
“Where are they? Could you count them? Is Darya okay?”
Pi raised his hands to stem the flood of questions while trying to answer them as best he could.
“Calm down, boss, let me talk!” Gord obeyed, nervous. “They’re hiding in a big building, about a kilometre from here. Well kept, from what I could see. Darya was unco
