Mikhail
Gorky Park at 7:30 PM looked like a normal evening scene. Families were walking their dogs, couples were holding hands, joggers were running past the fountain. But I knew better. Under the surface, danger was lurking everywhere.
I sat on a bench fifty meters from the target location, wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses. A newspaper was spread across my lap, but my eyes were constantly scanning the area. Dmitri was positioned near the pond, pretending to feed ducks.
And Liliana... I had wanted to leave her at the motel, but she refused. She was now at a nearby café, sipping coffee and watching through the window.
“Any movement?” I whispered into my earpiece.
“Nothing suspicious yet,” Dmitri replied. “But there's definitely someone watching the bench.”
“Where?”
“Man in a gra
