“Are you getting upset on the mole’s behalf, Yurochka?” Grisha asks. “We haven’t even established it’s a smart mole yet. Only that, whoever they are, they’re currently one step ahead of us.”
“Is that your idea of good news?” I frown. “They’re an i***t, but we’re even bigger idiots, so that’s why they’re winning?”
“Why do you keep saying ‘they’?” Yuri cuts in. “The vory are all men.”
It’s a good point, but Grisha starts tutting immediately. “Ah, but the vory are not the only ones with access. There’s you and me, and of course, Matvey…”
It takes me a beat to realize who he means. Yuri must realize it at the same time as I do, because his face goes absolutely livid. “You f*****g take that back,” he snarls.
“No need to take it so personally.” Grisha shrugs. “Just considering all options.”
