MikhailI could feel something was off about Liliana. She'd been quiet all morning, lost in thought with worry lines creasing her forehead. Every time I tried to catch her eye, she'd look away or find something else to focus on."Are you sure you're okay?" I asked as she paced by the window for the third time in ten minutes."I'm fine," she said, but her voice was strained. "Just nervous about the plan."I could understand that. Hell, I was nervous too. But this felt different. This felt like she was keeping something from me.Anastasia had stepped out to make her call to Vlad, claiming she needed privacy to make it convincing. Viktor and Dmitri were doing a perimeter check, leaving Liliana and I alone for the first time since this morning."Talk to me," I said, crossing the room to where she stood. "What's really going on?"She turned to face me, and I saw something in her eyes that made my chest tighten. Fear, yes, but also guilt. Like she was carrying the weight of something she d
LilianaI wasn't really sleeping. My heart had been racing since everything started. My eyes flickered when Mikhail stood up from the bed. And I saw Anastasia sit up also.I'd been listening to Mikhail and Anastasia's conversation, and every word made me more suspicious. Something about the way Anastasia spoke, the way she positioned herself as both victim and informant, felt wrong.But it was more than that. It was the little things. The way she'd glanced at the door when she thought no one was looking. The way she'd positioned herself near the window with a clear view of the street. The way she'd asked specific questions about our security arrangements.And that glint in her eyes when she'd mentioned Vlad. I hadn't imagined it.When their conversation ended and Mikhail came back to bed, I waited until his breathing evened out before slipping away. I had to know the truth, and there was only one way to find out.I made my way to the bathroom and carefully closed the door. Then I pu
MikhailSomething was wrong. I'd been staring at the ceiling for the past two hours, unable to sleep. Every instinct I'd developed over the years was screaming at me, but I couldn't pinpoint why.Liliana was curled up beside me, finally resting after everything we'd been through. Viktor and Dmitri were taking shifts on watch. Anastasia had fallen asleep in the chair by the window, looking fragile and exhausted.But my mind kept replaying the conversation from earlier. Something about Anastasia's story didn't add up.I slipped out of bed quietly and moved to the small table where I'd spread out everything we knew. Documents, photos, timelines. I'd been trying to piece together the Architect's plan, but there were too many holes."Can't sleep either?" Anastasia's faint voice came through.I turned to find her awake, watching me with those same caring eyes I'd known my whole life."Just thinking," I said."About Vlad?" She asked."Among other things." I studied her face in the dim light
LilianaMikhail tore his shirt and tied it around my arm to stop the bleeding. The tension between Mikhail and Anastasia was thick enough to cut with a knife.We were back in our motel room, all of us exhausted and on edge. The attack at the factory had been a disaster. We'd barely escaped, and we still didn't know who the real enemy was."Start talking," Mikhail said. "Everything."Anastasia sat on the edge of the bed, looking older than I'd ever seen her. Her perfect composure was cracking."I don't know where you're getting your information from," she said, her voice shaking. "But I am not Anastasia Romanova. I never was.""Don't lie to me," Mikhail snapped. "We know the truth.""What truth?" She reached into her purse with trembling hands. "This truth?"She pulled out a worn document and handed it to Mikhail. It was a birth certificate, yellowed with age."Anastasia Volkova," Mikhail read aloud. "Born December 15th, 1968. Parents: Ivan Volkov and Maria Volkova.""That's your grand
MikhailThe 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 on the second floor. "Three black SUVs.""How many men?" I whispered into my mic."Looks like twelve. Maybe fifteen.""And Anastasia?""She's in the second vehicle. I can see her through the windshield."My
LilianaI couldn't stop staring at Mikhail's face. The pain in his eyes was devastating. His own aunt, the woman who had raised him, was trying to kill him. How do you recover from that kind of betrayal?"We should call off the meeting," I said for the third time. "It's obviously a trap.""Of course it's a trap," Mikhail replied, checking his gun for the hundredth time. "But it's also our only chance to end this.""What if she has fifty men waiting for us?""Then we'll be outnumbered." He said."That's not funny.""I'm not trying to be funny."We were sitting in yet another disgusting motel room, this one even worse than the last. The wallpaper was peeling, the carpet was stained with God knows what, and there was a strange smell coming from the bathroom. But it was anonymous, and right now, that was all that mattered.Dmitri was at the small table, surrounded by weapons and ammunition. He looked like he was preparing for a war. Viktor was by the window, watching the street through a