第五章

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The Mercedes slid through the crumbling streets of Berlin like a shadow, its windows streaked with the persistent drizzle. In the backseat, the space between them crackled with unspoken truths.

Soviet watched the rain trace paths on the glass, his reflection a ghost overlaid on the passing ruins. "The sniper was yours," he stated, his voice flat, not an accusation but a confirmation. "A test of nerve. Predictable."

A slow smile spread across America's face, sharp and devoid of warmth. He didn't deny it. "And you passed with flying colors, dorogoy. Didn't even flinch." His fingers, still holding the sterile gauze, brushed against the freshly bandaged wound on Soviet's forearm. A proprietary touch. "Though you're bleeding on my upholstery."

"Send the bill to the Kremlin," Soviet retorted, his gaze still fixed outside. He could feel the weight of the microfilm in his sleeve, a secret now shared, or perhaps, always known. The game was layers deep, and they were both buried in it.

America leaned closer, the scent of his cologne—expensive, obtrusive—cutting through the smell of damp wool and antiseptic. The strains of Swan Lake from the radio swelled, a dramatic, ironic soundtrack to their flight.

"Welcome to Berlin, my dear Odette," he murmured, his lips grazing the shell of Soviet's ear, the English words a intimate weapon. His voice dropped to a whisper, a thread of genuine anticipation weaving through the mockery. "Now, let's see whose hunting rifle is waiting for the black swan."

The car turned a corner, leaving the sniper's perch behind, only to plunge deeper into the neon-drenched heart of the American sector. The real hunt was just beginning.

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