Jason wondered why the Russian tried to make contact at all and got his answer once Kirill passed by him, never stopping or slowing his pace. “I have a tail. At the corner behind me, about thirty years, tall, blonde hair. Russian.”
The words were just loud enough for Jason to hear, then Kirill had passed him and continued his way down the street as if they didn't know each other. And true enough, there was his tail. Jason fell back a bit, keeping his eyes on Nicky, and at the same time inspecting the man who unobtrusively followed Kirill. He was Russian, Jason agreed on that, which meant that the FSB was coming after their lost agent to get rid of him. The man moved with the trained straightness of a soldier and seemed out of place here in the casual atmosphere of Tangier. His bright blond hair was only adding to attract attention. Jason didn't doubt for a moment that the man was good, though, because if he wasn't, he'd never been sent after Kirill.