Chapter 12

• Tufts of snow lined the windowsill as Alexei stood observing the expanse of the Nikolin estate. There was nothing but a stretch of white covering the gardens from the large marble fountain to the hedge maze beyond it.
• Even here in Moscow, snow had not ceased for the last few days. Last he heard, a snowstorm was brewing and heading north. Hopefully, it wouldn’t reach him when he flew back to Unezhma tonight.
• “So? How’s the De Luca deal going?”