Russians are ultimately different from Mexicans.
You can easily tell by their race.
"Ivan Petrov?"
It's over.
It's all over.
Ivan Petrov lay limp on the ground, his face ashen, with even the last bit of strength for struggle gone.
…
Director Schultz paced back and forth in his office, the ashtray already piled high with cigarette butts.
When the phone on his desk rang, and he heard the voice on the other end say, "Target Ivan Petrov has been captured on the small road in the west of the city and is being escorted," he slammed his fist on the desk, causing the teacup to jump.
"Good! Well done!" Schultz's face was flushed with excitement, as if the fatigue and pressure of the past few days had been swept away, "Keep a close eye on him, dispatch a unit of border patrol armored vehicles to assist, I want this Russian delivered to me without a hair out of place! Quickly!"
He put down the phone, rubbing his hands in excitement.
Ivan Petrov was key to the case.
