The train pulled over to a station.
This was the last stop before entering Moscow in a small city called Balashikha. The city only had a few hundred thousand citizens, and therefore, not a lot of passengers were getting on or off at this stop.
Once the train had come to a full stop, a couple of passengers got off the train to get some food at the station or to stretch their legs.
Unlike the other stations, there was not a single soldier to be seen at the Balashikha station. Moscow was only a few dozen kilometers away, and she slept quietly, seemingly unwitting of Chen Fan's arrival.
"Sir, something is off…"
Natasha's face changed color as she registered that something was amiss.
The closer they got to Moscow, the more stringent the security check had been. Why would the Russians swing the gate to the city wide-open while trying so hard to stop them from getting here?
Something didn't add up.
"Pada, pda."
