“It’s Adrian all right,” Yuri said under his breath as though it was a curse itself. His eyes darted to his north and quickly stepped forward to hide Rosetta behind him. Right at her back was a huge and old leafless tree.
The snowflakes settled on their parkas, face and hair as the tiny white ice continuously fell from the sky. At the moment, the machine gun stopped firing. Amid the sound of the helicopter’s chuffing rotor as it flew and surveyed the area, they could also hear the faint sound of the burning vehicles as flames greedily devoured them and the low groans of the injured men not far away from them.
Adrian in his white overall, looking like a black operative with a handgun, advanced some steps from the tree he was hiding. Although Yuri had no more ammo, he raised his gun to poi
