The Penitent — Anne Cleeland

Jegor Sepp was very content with his life, here in Soviet Moscow. He'd worked his way up as a hitman for the mafia bratvas, and so he had access to anything he wished from the black market -- just so long as he did his work, and kept his mouth shut.

He was a valuable torpedo, reliable and ruthless -- except for that one error he'd made, the one where the girl had been in the wrong place at the wrong time. He was surprised by how badly he felt about it -- bad enough to discreetly track her down, and see if there was anything he could do. . .