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"The trail is long, Viktor," the man whispered without looking at him. "And it always leads back to the same shadow."

As he stepped out into the Spanish rain, he realized the man in the charcoal coat was already gone. In his place was a small, white carnation—the signature of a silent goodbye. El rastro de los rusos muertos.epub

Viktor realized then that he wasn't just holding data; he was holding a map of ghosts. He stood up, leaving his coffee untouched. He had to decide: become another name on the list, or follow the trail until it reached the people holding the pen. "The trail is long, Viktor," the man whispered

Beside each name was a date and a cause of death. Heart attack in London. Sudden pneumonia in Washington. Fall from a balcony in Moscow. Viktor’s own name wasn't on it yet, but he knew how the trail worked. He had read the accounts of diplomats and ex-agents who vanished into the headlines of newspapers, their stories dismissed as tragic coincidences. Viktor realized then that he wasn't just holding