Russian Roulette: The Story of an Assassin (Alex Rider)
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The final book in the #1 New York Times bestselling series that redefined the spy novel for young readers—Alex Rider!
Alex Rider’s life changed forever with the silent pull of a trigger.
Every story has a beginning. For teen secret agent Alex Rider, that beginning occurred prior to his first case for MI6, known by the code name Stormbreaker. By the time Stormbreaker forever changed Alex’s life, his uncle had been murdered by the assassin Yassen Gregorovich, leaving Alex orphaned and craving revenge. Yet when Yassen had a clear shot to take out Alex after he foiled the Stormbreaker plot, he let Alex live. Why?
This is Yassen’s story. A journey down the darker path of espionage.
Like a James Bond for young readers, international #1 bestseller Anthony Horowitz delivers a blockbuster thrill ride in this, his final Alex Rider novel.
There was no question of his disobeying orders. It didn’t matter that the two of them were linked, that they were connected in a way Alex couldn’t possibly know. John Rider. Alex’s father. The two of them together. Hunter and Cossack. He couldn’t help himself. He reached into his pocket and took out a car key, the sort that had two remote control buttons to lock and unlock the doors. But this key did not belong to any car. Yassen pressed the unlock button twice and the lock button
people work for me in this house. Because of the nature of my work and who I am, I have to be careful. Josef and Karl, the two men who brought you here, are my personal bodyguards. Right now they are standing outside, and I should perhaps warn you that there is a communication button underneath this desk. If you were to try anything, if you were to threaten me again, they would be in here in an instant. Be glad they were not with me in Moscow. That was the private apartment of a friend of mine.
they were certainly right. The moment I got back to my room, I was sick. After that, I slept for about three hours. One of the twins visited me during the afternoon. He brought with him more clothes: overalls, boots, an apron, a suit. Each piece of clothing related to a different task I would be expected to perform. I left them on the floor. I wasn’t going to be part of this. I was out. As soon as the night had come, I left my room and set out to explore the grounds, now empty of gardeners,
the same initials, MVZ, on the top pocket. He had to wait while the guards searched his van—for once, their metal detectors weren’t going to help them. The back was jammed with spare parts. He didn’t seem to mind, though. He stood there smoking a cigarette, and when they finally let him through, he gave them a friendly wave and drove straight across to the helicopter pad. Arkady Zelin was waiting for him there and they spent the rest of the day working together, stripping down the engine and
hotel. You will report back to me here in Venice in one week’s time. Do you want to know who you are going to kill?” “I’m sure you’ll tell me when you want to,” I said. “That’s right.” She smiled. “You’ll get all the information that you need once you arrive. A weapon will also be delivered to you. Is that all understood?” “Yes,” I said. Of course I had questions. Above all I wanted a name, a face. Somewhere on the other side of the world, a man was going about his business with no