Best Russian Spy Novels Novels & Stories

That’s a dumb question, Julianna, My subconscious muttered. “Nikolai’s of course,” she replied, “Who is he? Who are you people,” I asked, my voice steady as I spoke to her, she doesn’t make me nervous like Nikolai. “Nikolai Vasiliev is a Russian mafia don, I’m here just to take care of you,” she said, “I guess he already told you this… You have to work with me in the kitchen every day from now,” “Yeah, he told me,” I said,

My handler’s voice still echoed in my ears as I stood outside the nondescript building in the rain. “This one’s different, Sabrina,” he had said. “Viktor’s no ordinary man. He’s unpredictable. Ruthless. He’ll see you coming from a mile away, so you’ll need to get close. Very close. Gain his trust. Make him believe in you. And when the time is right, you take him out.” Simple orders. But nothing about Viktor’s reputation suggested this would be simple. An international arms dealer with connections to cartels, mercenaries, and governments, he was a ghost who lived in the cracks of the world’s power structures.

The russian brute was mean with his six-foot height and thick muscular build, but he was completely putty in the hands of his wife, the woman he stole from his father before killing him on the morning of his wedding to her. Formerly a spy for the old padrino in Russia, he decided to go independent the second Sokolov took over, for fear of being caught by the crazy pakhan "Vitiello, to what do I owe the pleasure?" He said over the phone, and he got out of a separate room, the sound of a door closing alerting me to that. "I need you to get me information on someone. You are the best hacker I know aside from myself, and I am too busy to work on this."

"Already on it. I'm bringing in Alexei from the Moscow operation. He knows the Bratva players, knows how they think." "Good. Anyone else you need?" "Dmitriev." Nico's voice is certain. "If anyone can sniff out a setup, it's him. He's the best spy we have in Russia." Dmitriev. Former FSB, turned freelance, turned loyal to me after I saved his sister from a trafficking ring three years ago. He's dangerous, connected, and owes me his life. Perfect for this situation. "Call him. I want eyes on the Bratva leadership. I want to know what they're planning before they plan it."

Alexa warned and I scoffed. "Why are you so afraid of him? He's human, isn't he?" I asked. "Seriously girl, you don't know him, two years earlier. There was a spy in the institur. It didn't even take two weeks before Alex found the spy.." Alexa said. "So what happened to the spy?" I asked Curiously. "He was killed by Alex. He was shot on the head.." Alexa explains and Fear gripped me instantly. " "He was killed by Alex. He was shot on the head.." Alexa explains and Fear gripped me instantly.

"I could’ve it handled. Tell me, son, is there something you’re hiding I am not aware of?” English. He used English. And I trembled. Son? Did he just called Judas…. My eyes widended. Oh my god! Now I remembered where I saw him. On the magazine. Alexei Volkov. The Russian entrepreneur. Some say he had ties with mafia. "Я ничего не скрываю." ("I’m not hiding anything.") Alexei’s dark eyes were like twin daggers as he leaned forward. "Тогда объясни, пчто ты поджег склад, чтобы скрыть свои следы."

“And now, you’re leverage.” Silas tried to shift, to break the chains Too late. Noah tapped the comm at his hip. “Tell Crescent we’re ready.” Ethan pov The report landed on Ethan’s desk just before midnight. Noah’s clearance activity. The missing files. The untraceable comm pings routed through old Crescent tech. The truth was no longer speculation. It was written in blood. Ethan closed the file and whispered to himself “Two spies. Two wolves I trusted.” He stood.

"Alexei Romanov didn’t just run a Syndicate, Isabella. He was a paranoid architect. For twenty years, he painstakingly built a comprehensive intelligence file on the Volkov Bratva. He documented everything. Every hidden offshore account they use to launder money, every corrupted politician and judge they own, every undercover asset, and every illicit trade route running through the ports." I stare at the flames, trying to process the magnitude of his words. The man who taught me how to ride a bicycle and helped me with my algebra homework had been simultaneously cataloging the deepest, darkest secrets of the Russian mafia. "And the Volkovs want it destroyed," I say, the pieces clicking toget

“Do you wanna know what Terzo and I talked about earlier?” “Am I that obvious?” I crunched my nose as I ran my fingers through his soft hair, pushing some off his forehead. “No, but I don’t wanna keep things from you, Robyn.” “So do I. Just ask away.” “We identified those men. They were members of a gang ring run by a Russian, Vladimir Netzov. Terzo finally told me the name of the woman who kidnapped you. Hanna Loughty.” “She sounds like—” “She’s not American. She goes by many names. She was a spy, but now she offers intelligence and her services to the highest bidder. She’s in the wind.”

“Ahhh! ‘If the American government does not release the Russian spy, Vladimir Sokolow, immediately, more police blood will be spilt till it overflows on the streets… bout a day later, the director of the Federal Bureau of Investigation was found dead in his office of a suspected aneurysm…and the same threat was issued. Then silence… nobody said a word, not even a fucking peep. And the American people, as well as the world, thought the culprits had been caught. Would you like me to tell you a secret?” They both looked uncomfortable as they shared a weird look between them, but I waited until they turned to me, and even with the hesitation in their eyes, they nodded….. “Good fools…you both mak