Mikhail
Three weeks had passed since that night at the warehouse. Three weeks since Anastasia put a bullet in Nikolas Orlov's chest. Three weeks since I watched the light fade from the eyes of an enemy.
I should have felt victorious. I should have felt peace.
Instead, I felt hollow.
“Mikhail?” Dmitri's voice cut through my thoughts as I stood in my office, staring out at Moscow’s skyline. “The burial arrangements for Orlov... should we proceed?”
I turned from the window, my jaw tight. “What burial arrangements?”
Dmitri shifted uncomfortably. “Well, the body needs to be disposed of properly. We can't just leave it in the warehouse freezer forever.”
“Anastasia handled it.” The words came out harsher than I intended. “She said she took care of everything.”
“But boss, there's been no f
