Chapter 39 Katerina

• There are men everywhere. Though they're dressed in sharp suits like you'd expect at a special event, I know a performance when I see one. If I look carefully, I can spot how they tuck their hands under their jackets, fingering something solid. Guns. All of them are Sasha's soldiers, each of them armed to the teeth.
• The queasy pit of unease gets deeper when we enter the church. The stained-glass windows are beautiful pieces of art. Shadowy figures move beyond them. Other people shift in the nave, not from nerves but paranoia. He's placed men everywhere. Ninety percent of the attendees are killers who work for Sasha. The rest are the house staff, though I bet they're armed, too.
• He expects Yevgeniy to show up. Thinking back to Mila's recent meeting, I know I'm right. She knew the date of the wedding before I did. Sasha is orchestrating a booby trap for his enemy. And I am the bait. I still don't understand what he wants from me. I've never met Yevgeniy; I only know his name thanks to Sasha.