The good-looking guy on my right is Valentin Karmanov. He’s an FSB agent and my best contact in the Russian intelligence community.
Lately, the information he’s gotten for me has turned out to be not so good. Our station chief thinks maybe the Russians are onto him.
I was concerned as well. I should have been more concerned. I did not make the older guy in the shades to my left, but I saw a reflection in Valentin’s sunglasses of the guy making a move for his gun.
The station chief always insists there be no gun play in public venues. Sometimes you don’t get what you want.
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Please keep language and subject matter to a PG-13 level.
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