Yuri did not budge in his place, assessing the situation. He subtly moved his eyes around them, noticing there were at least eight more of these goons in the area. He could tell by the way those men looked in his direction as though they were ready to give chase if he so moved away from the four that surrounded him, a meter away.
Near the parking area, close to the colonnade, the dark gray doves paced and flew, while random local men and women took the stairs to get in or out of the large mosque. One Turkish man cleaned up the litters from the extra-large flower pots that lined up several meters away from the entrance.
Yuri did not feel alone or even feel panicky although he was surrounded by these men. His eyes drilled into the Russian man that addressed him not a minute ago. “What? Can
