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“What?” I ask again. “Valentina, Levin Industries is the legal part of the business. It’s a way to funnel money that comes from other sources. From the Levin OPG.” He says it like it’s supposed to be obvious. He says it like he just told me his birthday or something. “What illegal sources?” “You really don’t know?” I shake my head and I see him hesitating. “I don’t think I should be the one to tell you. Maybe I wasn’t supposed to talk about it in the first place. I just assumed, because you moved to New York and started doing self-defense, and now you’re- here.” “You assumed what exactly?” He cross his arms over his chest. “That they’re training you too.” “Training for what?” “I know you’re smart, and that you already know.” “I want you to say it again. I just-I don’t want to bel