NIKOLI
one week later...
I adjust the sight on my sniper rifle again. The wind isn't bad; I'd say around five mph. Exhaling a deep breath, I peer through the scope again. Still no sign of Kolya.
Fuck.
Patiently I wait out another ten minutes and sure enough, Alexei's intel is right. He said Kolya eats at the same restaurant each week. Hard to believe that someone being accustomed to the criminal lifestyle would be so careless as to have a strict routine, and worse yet that he would let his old goons leave knowing about it, without tying up loose ends first. Drugs will get you many enemies if you piss the wrong person off, and crank? He's lucky some wigged out druggie hasn't attacked him yet. Being cocky and careless will get you killed easily. Fool.
A juiced up gym rat stands close to
