Adrian
I doze for an hour and a half, then get up, leaving Kat sleeping as I carefully secure her wrists to the bed without disturbing her.
When I check my phone, I see a text from Ravil: Call me.
I’m not going to. I can’t. Still, I regret pissing off my pakhan this way.
I get dressed and head out to the drugstore to pick up a few things, including something to eat for our dinner.
I hadn’t planned on entertaining at the place.
On my walk back, I return the call I got from Feodor, my local bratva contact.
“Feodor, it’s Adrian,” I tell him in Russian. “Everything set?”
“Da. They received the half-p*****t. Your place on the freight ship is confirmed. It docked last night. Tomorrow, all new cargo gets loaded.”
“Spasibo. And the van and crate?”
“I’ll drop them by tonight and leave the
