Brusilov’s point of view…
Solntsevo, Russia…
Ian brought the limo to a stop across the road from a building with the name; Camilla’s Rest and Eats Motel-Restaurant, written on a huge welcome board placed on the building. This must be the place, I thought to myself. By the looks of the building I could tell that it was a very posh and classy joint. Which begged the question why it was located in such a rundown part of town.
I slowly turned my head away from the limousine window and connected my gaze with Vladimir, who sat across from me. He looked so eager to go in there and to find the old lady who owns the place. I gave him a questioning look and he gave me a slight nod, indicating that he was ready to do this.
“Abram and Lesnar. You guys stay in the limo too. I’ll call you up if we n
