Kandinsky's office was a large room with a white marble floor, with two white pillars with golden tips in the middle of the room, a red tinted windows that oversaw club and dancefloor. Kandinsky sat at his black marble desk and stood up to greet his Karim and his guest.
"Mr. Kandinsky, these are my associates from Canada, defected here hoping to join your ranks" Karim said shaking his hand.
Kandinsky stood about 6 feet tall slender build with short black hair parted left and greying sides. He wore a white tuxedo with black slacks. He also he had a long scar on his left cheek and blue eyes that could pierce through your soul. Monique looked around the room and noticed black AK47 with the words выкованный в крови (Forged In Blood) carved in red letters in the center. The gun laid upright in a glass cabinet, next to it a silver M4 Carbine with with a Chinese dragon carved into it.
"I'm Trevor Hansen, and these are my friends John Mallory, and Sara Moreau" MacDougall greeted using the aliases.
"Pleasure to meet you gentlemen, especially you Miss Moreau" Kandinsky replied shaking their their hands and planting a kiss on Monique's.
"Mr. Ibrahimov and I are old friends, met him through his cousin in Toronto, that's also were I met my friends John, and Sara. Gangs, mafias, even crazy people would hire us to bomb or torch businesses, houses, cars" MacDougall lied.
"You seem very good at what you do Mr. Hansen what brings you to Russia?" Kandinsky asked curiously.
"Eventually were snuffed out by law enforcement, maybe someone tipped them off or talked but most of my associates were arrested save for John and Sara whom are the only ones I can trust" MacDougall answered.
"After being caught we were on the run for a few months, until Mr. Ibrahimov's cousin told us that his organization was recruiting in Russia" Monique added.
Karim told Kandinsky something in russian and Kandinsky nodded, he then turned to MacDougall.
"Mr. Ibrahimov speaks very highly of you, good men are hard to come by in my organization. But you and your associates seem credible, I'll pass along your information to my demolition expert" Kandinsky said.
"Splendid, I look forward to hearing from him" MacDougall said with a pleased look.
On the drive back to the hotel, MacDougall phoned Hernandez to tell him that Kandinsky agreed to set up a meet with Seung.
"Kandinsky's agreed to set up a meet with Seung" MacDougall said.
"Great, you guys get a good rest and tomorrow we'll go over the plan" Hernandez said.
"Sure thing" MacDougall said hanging up.
The 3 agents raced through the streets of Moscow, it was almost midnight and traffic was at minimum. MacDougall led the race with Paul and Monique trailing closely behind.
"Last one to the hotel buys the first round" MacDougall said.
"You're on" Paul said shifting the Mustang into 4th gear.
Paul and MacDougall were neck and neck with Paul swerving to avoid a van.
"Shit, my fucking water" Paul cursed as the water bottle in his cupholder went flying out the window.
All 3 cars flawlessly drifted left around a corner and Monique used this opportunity to hit the nos allowing her to blow past Paul and MacDougall. Luckily her Impreza had an advantage over the Vanquish and the Mustang being that it could handle the tight corners better.
"Almost there, who's gonna take it?" MacDougall cockily teased.
Monique veered into the oncoming lane to maintain her lead but MacDougall was hot on her tail. Paul used his nos to catch up but was forced to slow down to make a right turn. MacDougall used Moniques slipstream to shoot ahead of her.
"Merde!" Monique growled.
"The art of drafting lass, you oughta use it" MacDougall taunted.
Monique pulled away from Paul and MacDougall and turned into a small alley flooring it. Following her gps she continued through the narrow alley turning onto a main street. Monique arrived at the hotel first with MacDougall and Paul arriving shortly. Monique stepped out her Impreza and walked towards the guys.
"Looks like I win this one" Monique bragged to MacDougall.
"Well you took the cheaters route" MacDougall said before turning to Paul. "Looks like you're buying the first round lad"
"Sure" Paul said slightly annoyed.
The 3 headed to the hotel's bar meeting up with Wallace who had just arrived.
"Well look who's decided to show up" MacDougall greeted shaking Wallace's hand.
"Fuckin Hernandez had me filling out reports about the incidents in St Petersburg" Wallace explained.
"Yeah, I know how much of pain in the ass that can be" Paul said.
After a few drinks MacDougall and Wallace decided to play some pool to catch up while Paul and Monique decided to turn in for the night.
"So, Hernandez told me you met with Kandinsky himself. Wallace said breaking first managing to pocket a yellow striped ball and then a brown one. "Looks like you're solid" he teased.
MacDougall shot a blue solid ball that into a solid red pocketing it.
"Aye Lad, we had to come up with fake identities, Hernandez wants us to infiltrate Kandinsky's demolition team" MacDougall explained as Wallace pocketed a red striped ball.
"Yeah because of all the ruckus we caused in St. Petersburg both the CIA and Russian Intelligence wanted to pull us outta here but luckily Drake and Hernandez were able to convince the superiors. So we gotta limit the collateral damage from here on out" Wallace informed MacDougall.
Wallace ended up beating MacDougall who still had a ball left.
"Good game lad, though next time you won't be so lucky" MacDougall said.
It was around 3 AM when MacDougall went to bed setting his alarm for 7:30 the next day.