Chapter 75 Seventy-five

• Mikhail
• The ninth floor is kept vacant of tenants, but it's always filled with my people. Rows of desks covered in fake wood veneer run the length of the space from window to window. Laptops connected to widescreen monitors on each desk survey accounts and videos of anyone involved with the Bratva. There is a constant hum of voices as information is given and received over burner phones as the darker side of our business is conducted daily. But today, the floor has been transformed into a command center for our operation to take out Zakhar Budanov.
• I take a sip of water from a plastic bottle as I stare at the cityscape out the window. The view isn't much down here, but it helps me think. I'm still trying to make sense of everything that's happened in the last few days