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You could have heard a pin drop in the gym as we stared at Anastasia. She looked anxious, with a furrowed brow, concentrating on what she’d heard. The rapid change in her demeanor surprised me because the woman had been steadfast since I’d met her.
“Who is it, Anastasia?”
“Uncle Peter.”
“An uncle of yours?”
“Yes, Amy. My, I mean our, uncle. He’s Victor’s uncle, too, now. I would swear it was him.”
“Where is he now?”
“Uncle Peter works in the Kremlin. He is a government official.”
“KGB?”
“No. He’s more like your state department. Mother knows more about what he does than my father does.”
“Sorry to say, Anastasia, but that’s not a good sign given your Mom’s profession.”
“I guess not, but I’d bet my life that Uncle Peter wouldn’t harm our family, including you.”
“How senior is he at the Kremlin?”
“Peter is at the very top. Father refers to him as the man in the shadows when the President speaks.”
I was freaking out inside but holding my calm facade together. Fair enough, I wasn’t a fully trained international lawyer yet. Still, I knew enough to realize we had the attention of the shady agencies from two superpower nations, which was terrifying.
Victor seemed thoughtful and much calmer than me. He placed a reassuring arm around my shoulder, knowing this was day two of my skipped period, and that was also an anxious load to bear. He stared at Anastasia, drilling into her soul.