Chapter 11
Bratislava, Slovakia.
Iskra Polyak codenamed ‘Elvira’, watched the snowflakes drift down from a bleak, dark sky to settle on the ledge of her sparse apartment window as she drained her espresso. Like a background ambience, the gentle hum of the fifty-year-old heating system had just kicked in. It was still dark outside, the yellow street lights revealing nothing more than the relentless snowfall. She was glad to be back in the warmth after her early run. Every spare moment she had outside of her work hours was used to hone her skills, keep herself in shape.
While she waited.
The small lean woman took a shower, then padded over to the kitchen alcove wrapped in a dressing gown and refilled her cup with more coffee. She found some eggs and began to whisk them up in a bowl. Meth
