[ You could push him down the stairs right now. He gets concussed, you write it off as delusion. Or he dies and takes this with him. Tell the police you did it in self defense— No. You'd never get away with it. You'd end up like the Rosenbergs. Dead WASP found in home of Russian Communist. There's a headline. Vasiliy swallows hard, dark irises boring holes into the space between Archer's shoulderblades. His heart races quicker than it was already beating; his palm feels wet against the grip of the shitty American pistol in his hand.

Kill this guy, and then what? How many more people would die after that? ]

Katya? You think because I am Russian I know some random woman? USSR is largest country in world and Katya is very, very common name.

[ But if he has some connection to some unfortunate Soviet woman, that's leverage in this neighborhood. Vasiliy's familiar with the old rules of a guilt-by-association society. ]