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Chapter 3

I walked out of the taxi, giving the driver a hundred roubles.

'Spasiba!' he exclaimed and drove off as soon as I closed the door. I turned around to see the large entrance of the red square. I walked slowly towards the entrance, looking for a woman but many tourists walked passed me. I waited for less then thrity seconds before i remembered i was psuhed through the crowd and somehow managed to get inside the back o a limozine.

'What the bloody hell is going on?' I exclaimed. The two men sat by my sides in black suits and in thick black coats. They wore dark sun glasses. Across from me sat a woman, not much older then me. She had long blond hair and fair blue eyes.

'I'm sorry for this discrit manner of things Ms. Croft,' she spoke with the voice from the phone earlier.

'You must be Maria Rybalchenko,' I said.

'Yes. You know you should wear more clothing when coming to Russia in the middle of November,' she pointed down at my clothing and I looked down at myself. I wore a black tank top, green comaflage pants, my black boots and a thin rain jacket not zipped.

'I've been through worse,' i sighed. She nodded her head obviously.

'By the way, the taxi driver said something about my clothes too. He called 'sumashechiya.' What does that mean?' i asked.

She chuckled and told me it meant crazy. Makes sense.

'Now, We shall be arriving soon....' she said.

'Where are we going excatly?' I asked.

'To a cafe,' she said looking out through the window.

'So much for discrit,' I sighed.

'We are meeting up with a man who nows about Ivans plans,' she told me.

'Is he going with me too?' I asked, hoping not because I worked alone, usually.

'No, he'll just give the cordinantes to you. He'll be dressed in white in the corner,' she explainbed and stopped the car.

'Here it is, I shall see you agin, Ms. Croft,'

I walked into the cafe. It was small and there wasn't a crowd. I looked towards the corners and fond one where somwone dressed in white was siting drinking a cup coffee. I walked towards him and cleared my throat as I aproached him. He raised his eyes at me, looking up from his small booklet.

'Ah, you must Ms. Croft?' he asked in a strong Russian accent.

'Yes,' I replied adn took a seat across him that he motioned me to take.

'Ms. Rybalchenko said you needed information,' he spoke quietly.

'Yes, I need the cordinates for the Hands of God,' I said.

'You do understand that the men who looked for it have been killed mysteriously,' he pointed out.

'Yes, I'm good with mysteries things,' I responded to him.

'Fine, one of the Hands are in Ukraine for sure, Kiev. The other is in Ireland. The rest I have no idea, but I know Ivan has two and Maria has one,' he said.

'That means I need to find two myself,' I calculated.

'Yes, i hope your ready for whatever is out there, Lady Crfot,' he said as he stood up and put down a few roubles onto the table.

'Good day,' he muttered and walked out of the cafe briskly. He had left his small booklet behind. I streached my hand out to reach it and once I did, I opened it in the middle, reading his bad russian writing. I flicked through the pages until i came acroos a sketched picture of a balck horse. The writing was in Russian obviously. I took out my camera and took pictures of every page. I then connceted the camera to my phone and send it to Alistair, asking him to translate the booklet. Here I come, Ireland.


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