“Okay, sure, and what about Petyr in the meantime? Smoking out the vermin is going to take too damn long. We can’t just leave Petyr to his own devices.”
“No,” I agree darkly. “We can’t.”
Konstantin watches me for a moment. “I’ve seen that look before. Nothing good happens after that look, Misha.”
I meet his gaze, knowing he’s not going to like it. “It’s only a last resort.”
Konstantin frowns. “I hate it already. What’s this reckless plan you’re concocting?”
“We enlist the services of the Babai.”
His eyes bulge and his nostrils flare. I’ve never seen his skin pale so fast. “You’ve lost your goddamn mind, brother. The Babai? The Babai? Those men are—those motherfuckers can—Jesus Christ, dude, they’re deadly!”
“They’re mercenaries, Misha. They’re absolutely soulless. How can you justif
