The Guild Masters General has been working on Project Petra for ten minutes, not enough time to show Petra Teslov a familiar set of prefabricated buildings, in the Academic District of Moscow where her mother lives. They had materialised in Vorontsovskiy Park, Gen disguised in a black wig under a Russian Ushanka hat, his dark sight enablers replaced by low profile clear glass. Petra’s hands had been tied, and he had covered them with a shawl. A scarf wrapped around the lower part of her face to conceal her tattoos.
