“He follows us for long time now”, M whispered nervously, eyes flickering over the crowd around us. “Very bad man. You know CNG?” Not personally so far, thankfully, but I’d heard a bit about them. The Uzbek branch of the KGB, which had apparently survived more or less intact after the collapse of the Soviet Union. While they don’t inspire quite the same level of fear as back in their Soviet heyday, these are still not guys you want to exchange pleasantries with if you can avoid it. Keeping her head down, and barely looking at me at all, M outlined
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