Li Jin watched the man called Oleg Krachev walk up the steps towards Kowloon Mosque. He knew it was the Russian because everything about him fitted the description. Even though the man he was looking at was somewhat older than he had expected, overweight and potbellied, there was something about his stride that led Li Jin to focus on him. There was also that determined look, the blotchy skin from too much drinking and the fact that he looked so out of place. He looked neither like a tourist nor a local expatriate.

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