The night didn't pass quietly for everyone, and neither did the days that followed. In the dimly lit back office of his private quarter, Viktor sat alone with the low hum of the city night faint through the soundproofed walls. A half-empty glass of vodka rested on the polished mahogany desk.
The door opened without a knock. Two of his most trusted men stepped inside—Marco and Rico—their faces serious but relaxed after a long day of watching.
"Boss," Marco said, closing the door behind him. "We got an update on Kyle."
Viktor leaned back in his leather chair, gesturing with his massive hand. "Talk."
Rico stepped forward.
"He's been busy the last few days. We think he is tying up loose endl." He paused. "But boss... he's also planning to leave the country."
Viktor's eyebrows rose slowly. He picked up his glass, swirling the vodka once before taking a measured sip. "Leave country? Go vere?"
