Inside the quiet restaurant, the waiter placed a plate of lamb chops smothered in sauce in front of Marvin and poured a glass of lemon soda water for this strange guest who didn't drink alcohol.
Yuniya sat across from him, clumsily cutting her lamb chops with a knife and fork, her deep blue eyes occasionally darting to the side.
There...
Sat three men dressed very ordinarily.
Kovalev, Rusov, and... Daniel.
They sat at the next table, devouring salt-baked prawns, seafood rice, and tomahawk steaks. Kovalev and Rusov's eating manners were far from elegant; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say they gobbled up their food.
They were starving, having gotten up early in the morning to rush to Tobolsk, lost the Church of Wisdom's surveillance along the way, and after much hiding and sneaking, they had managed to slip into the city. The bread they ate in the morning had long been digested, and now they were so hungry their stomachs were stuck to their backs.
