On the fourth floor of the Moscow Grand Hotel...
Alvin arrived at half past eight...
Alvin had come to the banquet with his bodyguard and secretary, a full half hour late.
Jinna, a supermodel and the receptionist waiting at the entrance to the banquet hall, showed no sign of displeasure at Alvin's tardiness.
She politely accepted the invitation he handed her, glanced at Tarkov, the burly man now dressed in a suit, then gestured for them to come in...
The Russian Security Service agent skillfully moved half a step ahead of Alvin...
Her movement created a gap between Alvin and Yelena.
When Jinna, the supermodel agent, saw that Alvin hadn't noticed anything unusual, she glanced at Yelena, whose expression hadn't changed in the slightest, then tentatively moved a little closer to Alvin.
Just as the supermodel agent's arm was about to brush against Alvin's, Yelena gave a soft cough behind them.
Jinna looked at Alvin, who still hadn't noticed a thing. Smiling, she moved away from him, then gave Yelena a smile.
Alvin could still sense the brief clash between the two women...
Yelena was using Jinna's mistaken assumptions about her identity to toy with her.
And Jinna thought she had figured out the relationship between Alvin and Yelena...
A powerful boss with a secretary who was little more than a pretty face—what else could they be?
That made Jinna think she had a chance to approach this "big shot" from a different angle.
After all, he didn't seem like the sort who was above earthly pleasures!
As they entered the enormous banquet hall, which had been set up as a buffet...
Alvin glared at Yelena, who had made things more complicated.
He watched her cheekily stick out her tongue at him...
Considering how secretive these Black Widows were about