Keep Me by Anna Zaires5/19/2023 ![]() Obenko suspected as much when he heard the arms dealer was visiting Moscow. There is something brewing between Esguerra and the Russians. ![]() I translate his words, doing my best to conceal my growing excitement. “We would like you to assist us in resolving this matter.” “I’m sure you are aware of the difficulties in our region,” Buschekov says. As it is, I’ll be faking it, but he won’t know. If it weren’t for that chill-inducing vibe, I’d be genuinely attracted to him. He’s a strikingly handsome man, his eyes blue and piercing in his darkly tanned face. He’s the important one here today, the one they want me to get close to. I know that from the folder I studied this morning. Julian Esguerra is his name, and he’s a big-time arms dealer. I’m a good interpreter, even if that’s not my real job. ![]() My translation is smooth, my accent undetectable. Buschekov says it in Russian, and I immediately repeat his words in English. His faded, colorless gaze is trained on the dark-haired man’s face. “I have a delicate matter I’d like to discuss with you,” says Arkady Buschekov, the Russian official beside me. One blond, one dark-they should’ve been polar opposites, but they’re similar somehow. The two men in front of me embody danger. ![]()
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