There was a long silence between us before he spoke again. “I have no choice, it seems. If I say no, he will find me eventually, especially if the CIA keeps following me and hounding me about my secrets. That is, if you don’t push me into the water and walk away, ignoring an old man’s pleas for help as he drowns.”
“We don’t do that,” I said firmly.
“No? Or perhaps you mean that you would not do such a thing. But you are young yet, never rule out anything at your age. You think I wouldn’t have killed for my friend Gavril?”
It suddenly crossed my mind that I may have been hasty in assuming that Leonti Glukov was a harmless, frail old man.
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