Yulia had just made herself a sandwich and brought it to the walnut wood bar by the window. She hadn't taken more than a couple of bites when she noticed the car returning.

She glanced at her small, elegant wristwatch—it had been barely two hours, much shorter than she'd expected.

She took a bite of her sandwich, chewing slowly while looking through the window. She saw the two of them get out of the car, one on the left, the other on the right.

The goodbye was very ...