Sinister's POV: (daddy Voldemort)

"We're going to Moscow, immediately." I said to Afanas.

I pulled a fat blunt from my suit jacket, sparking it up.

"If they're not in Barbados, then they must be in Moscow, we have a ton of connections up there, it'll be easy to track them down." I stated, blowing out a cloud of smoke.

Afanas nodded shortly with me, his dark eyes averting away from mine as he turned to leave.

"Wait" I took a hit ...