Chapter Thirty-Three
Moscow, Russia
The knock on the door was a single hard rap of the knuckles.
Illarion turned his phone over and slipped it into his pocket. He knew what to expect, and wasn’t surprised to find the lemon-shaped Kazmin in the corridor, standing between a pair of armed soldiers.
‘Lieutenant Colonel, I’m here to inform you that you have been placed under confinement. We will need to escort you back to the Directorate headquarters.’
‘I see. What is the reason for my confinement?’
‘Your recent unauthorized actions. Do I need to go into detail?’
‘Yes,’ Illarion said. ‘You do.’
Kazmin studied him with a heavy-lidded gaze. ‘That can wait,’ he said. ‘Please gather your belongings. You have precisely two minutes.’
‘I’m not planning on jumping out a window. What department
