Leal woke up to the sound of shuffling and heavy footsteps. She frowned before fluttering her eyes open, being greeted by the picturesque view of the Red Square before dawn's peek. She yawned which caught the man in an all-black three-piece suit packing his bags.
"Good morning, schatzi," he greeted.
"Are you leaving me?" she asked with a hoarse voice. Is he gonna do what he did before and he just got caught? But he didn't sound so alarmed. Oh no. Is that because they're in Moscow and not New York, so he can still easily leave her? His chuckle washed away all her worries, for some reason.
"No, I'm leaving with you."
"W-We're not staying here?" She attempted to sit up to the bed but failed miserably. Her muscles hurt so bad, especially those in between her legs. He noticed it and
