SOPHIE WORE TALL RIDING-style boots over her leggings and a jacket and scarf atop her sweater. She and Valeri met Yuri in the parking garage wearing his full leather regalia. “I presume we’re not taking the limo,” Valeri said.
Yuri shook his head. “Nyet. I have surprise.” He led them further down the row of vehicles, stopping in front of his Harley. Next to the Harley sat a vehicle Sophie had only seen in movies. Yuri pulled two helmets out of the unit and handed them to Valeri. “You still remember how to ride, brother?”
Valeri chuckled and took the helmet. “It’s been awhile,” he said. “But I think I can handle it.”
“What is that?” Sophie asked, pointing to the machine and its attachment that were both painted khaki-green. The two-wheeled cycle looked like something out of World War II,
