I halt in my tracks when a very familiar face walks toward us, wearing cargo pants and a disheveled T-shirt. “Maksim.” He offers a strained smile. “Long time no see, Boss.” I approach him slowly, as if I’m witnessing another ghost other than Sasha’s persistent one. Short of some healing bruises on his face, he looks exactly like the Maksim I know. “He got out of a cab in front of the mansion,” Viktor offers. “The guards at the front called to tell me about his arrival.”
