Protected (4)

Vera walked into the village some more before stopping on a bench. It was conveniently in a corner, far from preaching eyes. If the woman following her wanted an approach, she would have taken that chance.

As if knowing that she was focused on the mission, Neven stopped talking to her - at least about irrelevant things. He would just confirm that the woman was nearby and hadn't left the place yet.

«Hello, sister,» she heard after a while.

She turned lazily in the direction of the voice and smiled when her eyes met a pair of dark green gems. The woman in front of Vera had long, dark hair and a small pointy nose. She was a local, most likely, and she had an accent while speaking English.