A cold slap of wind jolted me awake. I stared up at the sky, vibrant pinks and blues painted the expanse as far as I could see. Mornings were my favorite time of day. Everything was fresh and new. Not sullied by the secrets and lies that eventually came to ruin everything.
"Ser? Ty v poryadke?" Sir? Are you okay? A man asked as he stood over me. Dressed in a long trench coat, a briefcase in one hand, an insulated cup in the other, he peered down at me.
I nodded. Rolled to my hands and knees. Blowing out a breath as the world spun on a different axis, I waited for my belly to settle before getting to my feet. Turning, I said, "YA khorosho, spasibo." I'm fine, thanks.
Dusting the new snow off my clothes, I walked away. I had to get back to the safe house. Get a hold of Nik and Turo. St
