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“Reminds you of old days in Russia, nyet?” Serov smiled at Klykov.

“Reminds me more of East Germany when we were thwarting the Stasi.” Klykov grinned, animated and excited. Their English had regressed during the chaos. “Look at you with your grandfather’s gun. Already having to reload. You should have one of these.” He shook his Beretta proudly. “Would be better to have two.”

“Is better to only have six rounds. Counting so many as in your guns, I sometimes forget.” Serov snapped the cylinder closed with a flick of his wrist. “Is not good to forget count and run out of bullets at wrong time.”

“They say math keeps the mind sharp.”

“Until it is blown out of your head.”

Annja started to move, but Klykov restrained her. In the next moment, another wave of gunfire tore through the apartment wall.

“I wish I had grenade.” Serov said in a low voice. “Grenade would make this thing so much simpler.”

“Grenade would mean Annja could not question Onoprienko about the elephant,” Klykov countered.

Serov nodded. “We must not let that happen. Others may get the wrong impression because we look weak.”

Look weak? Annja didn’t even have a response to that. The old Russian gangsters had already killed a handful of men and somehow dodged hundreds of bullets. She stayed low with both hands locked on her pistol.

It was a massacre, and Annja was in the middle of it.