LOSIF POVIt took hours of exhausting arguing before we finally agreed on my idea. At the same time, Pavel quietly mapped out the plan, orchestrating every detail like a strategist moving pieces across a board.We were now inside Oleg Petrov’s perimeter.One by one, we climbed out of the cars, hidden beneath our disguises. That alone should have shaken me to my core, given the expectation of being watched, but instead, there was barely any attention, apart from the usual deference owed to the wealthy. Beyond the first checkpoint, slipping inside had been almost laughably easy. I muttered curses under my breath at the blatant pointlessness of this plan I’d dreamed up, especially as I wrestled with the absurd, ankle-length grey bisht, which seemed determined to trip me at every step, as if deciding whether today would be the day I face-planted.Worst of all, my shoulder-length shemagh scarf swallowed half my face in the name of secrecy, trapping heat and turning every breath into a stru
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