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Not with the spoon. With a piano wire and a broken bottle and her own two hands, which were smaller than most but stronger than anyone expected. She killed him in a stairwell in Odesa, in the dark, while rain came through a hole in the roof and turned the concrete to something like skin. He was supposed to be a contact. He was actually a trap. He reached for his coat pocket, and Veta saw the bulge of a silenced pistol before his fingers even touched the fabric.

She stopped sweeping. Looked at him. He was older, forty maybe, with the kind of face that had been punched more than once and had learned to enjoy it. veta antonova

Kosta smiled. It was not a nice smile. “I’m here because I’m curious. You’ve been running for twenty years. No papers, no home, no protection. And yet here you are. Still alive. I want to know how.” Not with the spoon