(Dmitri’s Thoughts)

Before my appointment with Nikolai, I need to drop by here. It’s very unusual for Nik to invite me for a lunch, so it may be somewhat, important. I am inside my car waiting at the airport for him, I tap my fingers on the stirring wheel out of boredom. I hate going to the airport especially if I am to drive and pick up.

I am used to riding a private jet, after all, so waiting here, at the parking lot is not an easy or even a comfortable task for me.

“He said he would be out in a minute, where the hell is he?” I...