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Artyom held the phone to his ear, a slight grin on his face. The multiple hang-ups did not bother him, it was pretty common when people were thrust into this sort of situation. "Yes, this is Kyle Phillips. May I ask who is calling?" Artyom's voice sounded 100% American. It would be impossible to guess that he actually spoke with a thick Russian accent. Artyom patiently waited as the conversation played out as he had expected it to. Artyom gave his responses short, sweet, to the point, and in a very friendly tone.

"So, Lenore, you did get my card? Good."

"No Ma'am, you were supposed to get that card."

"I planted the card on you. That's right, today at the park."

"I gave you the card because I have something important to speak with you about."

"It's about your husband. Look, I can't say much over the phone, but if we could meet..."

"Do you know where Lou's Cafe is? That's right, on 52nd and Palmer Ave."

"Can you meet at 2 p.m.? Perfect. See you tomorrow, Mrs. Williams."

Artyom hung up the phone. He was pleased, the woman had agreed to a meet tomorrow. Artyom got up, went over to the record player standing in the corner of the sparse room. He pulled out a random record and put it on the table. After a few seconds of scratching, the music kicked in. Artyom wasn't quite sure which piece it was, or who composed it, but he fell under it's hypnotic spell none the less. Artyom was pleased. His plan was working like clockwork.