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She picked up her clipboard, which had been knocked to the floor in the scuffle, and faced Majors Kostya and Branko

They were staring at her, not exactly in amazement, but with nearly identical expressions that said they couldn’t believe Angelina had been successful where they, and all the other ators, had failed

She drew herself up to her full five feet eleven inches She was still shorter than the majors, but she wouldn’t back down to them She couldn’t let them intimidate her, either Her dream was to someday attain their exalted rank, and she knew that would never happen if she didn’t stand up for herself “Yes, Major Branko?” she asked coolly, looking from one to the other “Major Kostya? You had a question?”

Major Kostya glanced at Major Branko, then back at Angelina “Do you knohat you have done, Lieutenant?”

“I think so,” she answered cautiously

Major Branko spoke then “Do you knoho Alexei Vishenko is?”

She wished she did The na to these men, but not to her All she kneas that Alexei Vishenko—whoever he as the real masterht even be involved in the death of Prince Nikolai, but she wouldn’t know that until further investigation “No, sir,” she said finally “I do not knoho he is”

“You have heard of the Bratva, yes?” said Major Kostya

Startled, she said, “Yes, sir It means the Brotherhood, does it not? The Russianher head in disbelief at the carefully blank expressions on their faces “Not here in Zakhar?”

“Yes, here,” Major Kostya confir did not know this until recently But yes, the Bratva’s tentacles have even reached into Zakhar”

“So who is Alexei Vishenko?”

“His real name is Aleksandrov Vishenko,” Major Branko explained “Interpol knows him by both names He is the head of a branch of the Bratva that operates in the USas well as Zakhar” His face was i Prostitution”