The Vienna spook set down his portable terminal, took Laura’s hand, and smiled sweetly. He was very handsome, with an almost feminine look—high Slavic cheekbones, a long, smooth swoop of blond hair over one ear, a film-star mole dotting his right cheekbone. He released her hand reluctantly, as if tempted to kiss it. "Sorry to greet you in such circumstances, Ms. Webster. I am Voroshilov. This is my local liaison, Captain Baster."