*Giovani*

“The Russians finally reached out.”

Gabriele’s words were not reassuring. I knew from experience that the Zaytsevs were not forgiving people, nor were they patient. Nothing those bastards said was going to be good.

“What did they say?” I ground my teeth together, glaring at Gabriele.

If they reached out, it was only out of arrogance. They thought they had won already, and now they were taunting us.

He sighed, ...