Fyodor emerged slowly down a sparsely crowded street, not appearing to notice anything off.

However, you had been following him for the past few hours, observing him from afar. You had been assigned to find out information on the man by your organisation, and it seemed that you were doing pretty well. You’d already discovered he loved circling the same streets again and again.

Oh. That made more sense, actually.

It seemed he knew you were following, and was trying to waste your time.