I'd checked all the men present at the weapons shop. None of them were tatted, except one, who had a name tatted on his back. It could only mean one thing— one of them was in contact with Volkov, otherwise, how on earth could he have possibly known where I was at that particular moment? It was no coincidence. Babin knew something, and Volkov shut him up, to prevent him from speaking to me.

"He knows you're here, in Russia." Nik says, as he parks the car, after hours of utter silence. I take a scan of the area.

"Is this where you live?" I ask him.

"Yes." He responds,...