Viktor looked at the "Librarian's" box—a fortune in forged paper destined for the black market. Then he looked at the woman.

The danger wasn't just the police. The danger was the paper itself. In the digital age, the Russian health system was moving to electronic records. The paper "blank" was a dying breed, a relic of a paper-heavy past. Viktor knew his days were numbered. The Final Run

But as he packed the hundred sheets into a discreet cardboard box, the heavy steel door of the printing house creaked open. It wasn't the police. It was an elderly woman, her eyes clouded with cataracts, clutching a crumpled piece of paper.