Chapter Nine
Rurik
Obudai Island, Hungary
Despite the surly people in the crowd, Rurik thought he had the situation under control—until Yuri caved and the people near him upended the tables. Then everything went to hell faster than a lightning strike.
The mob that Rurik had penned between two tents—with spread arms and colorful epithets of what he’d do to them if they tried to pass—cheered the tables’ demise and scattered, only to circle around and barge through the gap on Yuri’s side while other rioters mowed Misha down and stampeded into the clearing.
Rurik hurtled through milling bodies, aiming for the stage. Dmitry and Viktor took up positions on either side of Alyosha. A chubby old lady flung herself in front of Zora’s wheelchair and was holding a cane like a baseball bat. But if
