21.1 Shadows

The clacking of heels on concrete sounded like a distant echo in the dark alleys of the city. Hidden in the gloom, members of the Russian mafia stood guard. The stone walls had replaced the shimmering skyscrapers. The old city looked like a monument to a nostalgic past.

Inja walked through the unfamiliar alleys with her usual confidence. Followed by a few guards and her secretary, she had traveled with the minimum number of people. This was a high-risk mission. Although she did not fear for her safety, she was still wary of the boorish man Mikaïl. As a matter of principle, the pimp had learned never to trust a man. But she had always won against them, no matter what the situation, because she had a weapon that they were weak to by nature and that they did not possess. That is why she was so confident as she walked through enemy territory.