Leal woke up to the sound of shuffling and heavy footsteps. She frowned before fluttering her eyes open, being greeted by the picturesque view of the Red Square before dawn’s peek. She yawned which caught the man in an all-black three-piece suit packing his bags.

“Good morning, schatzi,” he greeted.

“Are you leaving me?” she asked with a hoarse voice. Is he gonna do what he did before and he just got caught? But he didn’t sound so alarmed. Oh no. Is that because they’re in Moscow ...