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I tightly held Elena's hand; her hand was cold and trembling, and I could feel her fear. I whispered to reassure her, "Don't be afraid, Elena, we are safe now."
She looked up at me, her eyes filled with gratitude and trust. "I believe in you, Yegor," she said softly, tightening her grip on my hand.
The plane flew swiftly through the night sky, and the cabin was quiet except for the roar of the engines. I gazed out the window; the earth below was pitch black under the night sky, with only scattered lights twinkling like stars.
"Where are we going?" Elena's voice was soft, tinged with fatigue.
"To a safe place," I comforted her, "a place where the KGB can't find us."
I turned to Scully, who was sitting in the cockpit, and asked, "Director, where are we headed?"
Scully did not turn around; he kept his eyes on the front, piloting the plane calmly as he replied, "Paris."
Paris.
Upon hearing that familiar name, a flicker of surprise and joy crossed Elena's face. I understood her feelings; Paris, the city of romance, is a dream destination for many, especially for a scientist like Elena, where it is also a hub of academia.
"We will start a new life there under new identities," I said softly while holding her hand. "No one will disturb us again."
Elena nodded, hope shining in her eyes.
...
Paris, Orly Airport.
We disembarked from the plane, and Scully handed both Elena and me new passports: "These are your new identifications. From now on, you are Pierre and Marie Curie, a married couple."
I took the passport and opened it; the photos of Elena and me had been carefully disguised to look almost identical to us, with our names changed to French ones.
"We will arrange everything for you, including accommodation and work. You just need to live here peacefully and not mention your past to anyone," Scully said. "Remember, your safety is our top priority. If you encounter any problems, please contact us."
"Thank you, Director," I nodded solemnly.
Scully patted my shoulder and turned to leave. I watched Scully depart, feeling a mix of emotions. I knew that while Elena and I were temporarily safe, this was just the calm before the storm; the pursuit by the KGB would not cease, and we had to remain vigilant at all times.
"Let's go, Mary," I said softly as I turned to Elena. "It's time for us to start a new life." I took Elena's hand and we walked out of the airport, blending into the bustling crowd.
...
Three years later, in a café in Paris.
"Two coffees, please," I said to the waiter in French. The waiter nodded and turned to prepare the coffee. I sat at an outdoor table, flipping through the latest science magazine while Elena sat across from me, working on her laptop. The sunlight warmed us pleasantly.
"Yegor, look at this," Elena suddenly lifted her head, pointing at the screen with excitement. "I found an interesting phenomenon..." She began to enthusiastically share her latest research findings, and I listened patiently, occasionally asking questions.
We had fully integrated into life in Paris; Elena had secured a position as a physics professor at Paris University, while I had become a freelance writer. We lived a peaceful and fulfilling life. However, I knew we could never truly escape our past; those lurking shadows could descend upon our lives again at any moment.
"Sir, your coffee." The waiter approached with two cups of coffee and placed them on our table.
"Thank you," I smiled at the waiter in gratitude. I picked up my coffee and took a gentle sip when suddenly, a wave of anxiety washed over me—a sense of foreboding surged within.
I set down my cup and glanced around. The café was bustling with people; everything seemed normal, yet something felt off. My gaze swept through the crowd until it landed on a familiar figure sitting in a corner of the café. He wore a black hat pulled low over his face, obscuring much of it, but his sharp eyes betrayed the deadly aura surrounding him.
It was "The Hunter"! My pupils dilated sharply—how could the top agent of the KGB be here?!
"What's wrong, Yegor?" Elena asked with concern as she noticed my unusual behavior.
I didn't answer; my gaze was fixed on the Hunter. My hand slowly reached into my pocket, gripping the handgun that had been by my side for many years.
A fierce battle was inevitable.
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