On the surface of the Volga River, an old and rundown small fishing boat slowly made its way toward a protruding bend of the riverbank.
Mountain Eagle looked at Alex, who already seemed to be showing signs of rejuvenation as he held the steering wheel, his eyes firmly fixed on the direction of the distant manor...
He shook his head slightly and began to recheck the equipment on his body...
After confirming there were no issues, Mountain Eagle looked at the Daria sisters sitting opposite him...
The two ladies were dressed in thin, tight-fitting black jeans, wearing black long-sleeved tight-fitting tops over which they had donned bulletproof tactical vests and helmets.
In theory, such attire should give off an intense killing aura, but the sense of danger brought by guns and ammunition could not conceal the inherent sexiness of their enchanting figures.
