“Yes, sir.”
“Then detonate now.”
“Yes, sir.”
The next thing we hear is the sound of a massive explosion. Ten times louder and bigger than the so called ‘gas leak’ from Jessa’s apartment.
“Done, boss,” Mischa says, a bit unnecessarily.
“Good. Now, get out of there.”
“Already gone.”
I hang up and look up at Yulian and Lev, both of whom are slack-jawed and waiting for an explanation.
“When Marina and I got married,” I begin, “I gifted her a piece of land. She asked for this one specifically.”
“Fuck,” Yulian breathes. “The plot she had all the plans for. She talked about it constantly.”
“It was a symbol for her future,” I say. “And I just blew it the fuck up.”
Lev shakes his head. “There are subtler ways to send messages, Anton.”
“But none so effective. And anyway, I learned that with Marina, there’s no such thing as too obvious. You need to be clear and loud if you want her to listen. So wherever she is, whichever little rathole she’s hiding in… she’ll hear the boom. And she’ll know: I’m coming for her.”