CHAPTER 31

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The cab pulled over at a house that seemed a little secluded from the other houses around it. Solomon paid the driver, and we stepped out of the cab. We stared at the home for some seconds, then clenched my teeth. It was simply a reflex action.

"Here we are," he announced with a grin.

"And you are sure he knows based on what we are looking for?" I asked.

"He does," he answered.

"And what are we looking for again?" I asked.

"Let's just go in, Desmond," he said sternly and clenched his teeth.

He walked unto the porch and knocked on the door. I walked towards the porch, my shoes crunching each time they stepped on the substantial amount of snow that coated the ground. The shoulders of my overcoat had already been covered with snow for the little moment withstood outside, showing how heavy the snow was.

I stood beside Solomon on the porch, and then the door opened, revealing the unaged middle-aged face of Aleksandr Karavev. The heat that was emitted from inside the house was c