"Any further word on Galkin?" Alina Larionova asked, seated across from Myron Izmaylov at a long wooden table in the all-too-familiar conference room.
"Well, his father got overwhelmed, then went out and got drunk and ended up being arrested." Myron replied.
"Not his real father." Alina reminded him, running a hand through her fiery auburn hair.
"No, not his real father. Just the one we planted." Myron confirmed. "His 'mother' was much the same way. Hopped into her car and popped a cyanide pill. I should've never supplied her with those. But before they backed out, they were kind enough to bug the whole house."
"And?" Alina asked.
"We've got eyes on it almost twenty-four hours a day." Myron said, looking up at Alina. The lenses of his glasses gleamed, the light blotting out his viridian eyes.
"Found anything yet?" Alina asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Well," Myron said, taking a deep breath, "One night, Ravil made out with his boyfriend. Honestly, I'm surprised they haven't screwed yet."
"Disgusting." Alina rolled her eyes.
"It's really a shame, isn't it?" Myron asked.
"Of course it is." Alina said, offering a smile. "Did you happen to get the boyfriend's name?"
"Artem." Myron replied. "Or at least, that's what they got out of Ravil when they interrogated him."
"Hmm." Alina thought for a moment, then looked up at Myron, her blue eyes flashing with realization. "The same one to whom the FSB paid a visit?"
Myron nodded.
"Well, at this point, we'll have to take him out, too." Alina said. "You know the easiest way to do that?" She cracked a smirk.
Myron nodded. "I understand. Will do."
"Thank you, Myron."
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Otkroveniye Complex // Book 1 of the Takaryev Series
Misterio / SuspensoRavil Galkin doesn't have much of a past, but as far as he's concerned, he's a completely normal person. Sure, he's a college drop out and basically a shut-in, but that's alright with him. But there's a whole different depth to the situation. An oc...
