Dinastiya Tested // 3rd Book of the Takaryev Trilogy

Chapter 79

Falcon Jab by Ratatat

Hilarion sat on the plane with Thaddeus. They were on their way to the United States, and as Hilarion stared with frigid blue eyes out of the plane window, he brought back to memory his plan. He remembered.

He remembered not only his plan- he also remembered Ravil. Not Ravil Takaryev of the present, but Ravil Myronovich Izmaylov of the not-so-distant past. 

He recalled, almost bitterly, the time he'd been summoned to Lubyanka by Myron. He'd stepped into a cell, and Myron's viridian eyes had flashed with pride as he said to Hilarion, "See here- this one's our secret weapon!"

Hilarion had looked at the young man sitting in the cell, staring at the two of them like a caged tiger. 

Hilarion had stepped back, realizing that Myron's eyes matched those of the spy. The "secret weapon." If it had scared Hilarion or unsettled him in any shape or form, he'd never admit it.

"We look similar, da?" Myron had queried with a wide smirk. 

Hilarion had nodded, and tentatively so. 

Myron's expression had turned grave, and with eyes gone dark, he told Hilarion, "You will not mention this to anyone."

Hilarion had agreed. Then he'd asked: "Is he yours?"

Myron's eyes had not only gone dark. They'd gone cold. He had blinked and stared right at Hilarion. "Why do you think he's here?"

There had been a pause as silence seized the room. 

Myron had broken the silence for a split moment. "You'll say nothing to anyone. Snipers can drop him, and they can drop you too. Now get out." 

Hilarion had nodded again. Myron, he knew, was a madman. And Hilarion had never wanted to die at the hands of any madman- so he had remained quiet.