Mikhail
The abandoned factory on the outskirts of Moscow looked like something from a horror movie. Broken windows, rusted metal, and shadows that seemed to move on their own. The air smelled dangerous. But it was perfect for what we needed to do.
"Are you sure she'll come?" Dmitri asked, adjusting his earpiece.
"She'll come," I said, watching the entrance through binoculars. "Anastasia can't resist the chance to finish what she started."
We'd spent the last three hours setting up our trap. Instead of going to the warehouse like she expected, we'd leaked information that I was hiding at this old factory. We made it look sloppy, and desperate. Like we were running out of options.
Which wasn't entirely a lie.
"There's movement at the north entrance," Viktor reported from his position o
