Soon after, the others join in and we catch up on the mission and the aftermath.
What seems like an hour passes by before a solemn-faced Viktor appears at the threshold of the entrance.
The captain follows behind, eternally calm and unaffected. He’s nothing more than a monster dressed in human clothes.
I will never forget his practical, methodical expression when he was looking at Nadia’s and Nicholas’s faces. Or when he received the news of his men’s death.
Nothing and no one can affect him, and I’m not sure why that fills me with a sense of dread.
Everyone stands at attention, and a shuffling of beds and limbs sounds from behind us as the injured men try to stand at attention.
“At ease,” Viktor says.
When everyone complies, Kirill steps to the middle of the room, naturally stealin
