At the entrance to the Moscow Central Bank...
A stretched luxury car pulled up in front of the bank.
The smartly dressed driver jogged around to the back and opened the door.
Alvin climbed out with a case in hand, then turned and offered a steadying hand to Yelena, who had changed into a long dress.
He told the driver to find somewhere to park and wait for them to come out...
Alvin looked toward the bank entrance, where an employee was smiling and nodding at him. He smiled and said, "Looks like I don't have any secrets left in Moscow...
"Whatever I want to do, someone's already arranged it for me!"
Yelena found it amusing. "I thought you'd arranged this yourself?
"That driver's an undercover agent with the Russian Security Service. You told him you wanted to come here while we were eating.
"Was that just a coincidence?"
As he headed toward the employee waiting at the bank entrance, Alvin laughed. "I just didn't realize they'd arrange things so thoroughly.
"Maybe this is what it feels like to be the boss...
"An incompetent secretary like you can hand in her resignation as soon as we get back!
"Why is the boss the one arranging everything?
"The boss does all the work?
"What do I even need a secretary for?"
Yelena wasn't bothered by Alvin's jibes. Walking beside him, she said softly, "Not everyone would think of hiring prostitutes to find a Safe House.
"And I have to say, you seemed to enjoy chatting with those high-end escorts!"
Alvin shot Yelena, who was "slandering" him, a sideways glare. He said solemnly, "I can have a great conversation with anyone who knows how to talk!
"Those girls just took a wrong turn in life. I was saving their souls..."
Yelena looked