Leaning over the equipment in his hiding place, Volkov felt the gaze directed at him and the presence of stranger. He knew that Holt wouldn't give up trying to get rid of him, he was curious what he had prepared for him this time.

Oleg walked around the corridor, holding his weapon ready, and bumped into someone on the corner. He raised the pistol, moving his finger to the trigger, but refrained from firing, feeling the cold blade touch his neck in response.

It was difficult to make out the outlines of a face in the dark, but this modus operandi was too familiar to Volkov. {{user}}. They used to work together when Vadim was still in their team.

“What a warm welcome after so many years of separation.”