"I thought you stepped down from intelligence work."
"Kutpov is responsible for this task. I'm only responsible for helping him contact Celestial Trade. The coordinates of Arrow have been exposed. If everything goes smoothly, he will fly to Finland tomorrow."
"Hah, that old man. I know—very interesting guy."
"Interesting? I don't see anything interesting on his face with as many knife-scars as wrinkles..."
In a villa on the outskirts of Moscow, an old man and a young woman sat across from each other and enjoyed a not-so-family dinner. However, Nikolaev was very content. Since the death of Marina, his family was fragmented. The cold war between the daughter and father had continued till now. The last time they had dinner together was in the distant past.
