Chapter NineteenMy foot bellows in pain from the impact.
The cops on TV shows make this look too easy.
The door doesn’t break or fly off its hinges, but there is a thud of a body hitting the tiled floor outside.
“Go.” Yaroslav drags the body of the unconscious admiral into the room. “Keep an eye on the time and do exactly what I said.”
“Thank you.” As though possessed by an evil spirit, I lean in and peck him on the cheek.
He stares at me like I kicked him in the face again.
“It’s time,” I say and jump over the body as I bolt from the room.
The air-conditioned air outside the parilka is the most refreshing thing I’ve ever experienced. Behind me is the thud of Yaroslav kicking the admiral in the head to make sure he doesn’t come to his senses anytime soon.
I rush down the corridor a
