Chapter 97 - Why can't I place him?

The silence in the Russian safe house was a physical presence, thick and heavy, broken only by the sporadic crackle of birch wood in the grand fireplace. Min Jae stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, a solitary figure against a canvas of endless, unforgiving white. But his vision was turned inward, trapped in the memory of a sunlit cafe and a pair of eyes that had looked at him as if he'd personally orchestrated the end of the world.