Once the jet landed at the airport in Ural, Greb had already organized a car to pick us up. 

“How far is his home?” I asked Greb.

“About an hour's drive. I already called ahead to inform them that we were on our way,” Greb informed us. 

“Sh*t.” I rubbed my face in frustration. 

“Boss, why did Nikolai leave? When we came to get him with Madam Irina, he agreed right away,” Greb said. 

“It ...