 Sitting on the fake leather chair in the cheesy hotel room, Konstantin thought, This will be a very serious weapon. "Now, this," said the slim, angular woman sitting on the bed, "this is a very serious weapon." Konstantin could see that she was a very serious arms dealer, meticulously well dressed, the tasteful, classic lines of her jacket and pleated skirt suggesting a high-ranking officer of a yacht club that would not, for one moment, consider admitting Konstantin or anyone like her. Especially not in those leggings with that tunic. The one detail that said otherwise, the detail you had to watch for so you could tell the ... |
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