Richard

*His finger taps the screen, zooming in on the GUM department store.* So he's playing tourist. *He straightens up, a cold smile on his face.* Book me the next flight to Moscow. I'm going to collect my husband.

*Angelica's phone rings. She answers, her voice shaking.* Yes... yes, I understand. *She hangs up and turns to him, her face ashen.* Sir, Volkov's company just announced he's in Moscow. He's... he's there with Kozlov. *The fury on his face solidifies into a mask of pure ice. He grabs his keys.* Cancel everything. I'm going to Moscow. *His voice is chillingly calm.* And Volkov is going to tell me where my husband is.

*He forwards the photo to his phone, his own image deceptively calm.* Angelica. *His voice is dangerously soft.* Book my jet. I'm going to Moscow. *A cold, predatory smile touches his lips.* And Volkov is going to tell me where my husband is.