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I expected Yulia and her brother to sleep on our flight to Ukraine, but they spend the entire time talking. Whenever I stick my head out of the pilot’s cabin to check on them, they’re deep in conversation, and I go back, not wanting to intrude on their sibling time.
I’ll have Yulia to myself soon enough.
When we approach Ukrainian airspace, I make contact with our men on the ground. Last week, they finally tracked down the last three known UUR associates and eliminated them as per my orders. To my disappointment, none of them were harboring Kirill, which means Yulia’s former trainer is either completely off the grid or, as Yulia thought, the fucker ended up expiring from his injuries and we just haven’t found his body. The latter possibility brings me little joy—I wanted to kill
