Islander wandered along the tree line, reminiscing. It was 5 years ago tonight that he had arrived in Kyiv for the first time. Little did he know then that for half of the five years to come he'd call the city home. On that first trip he stuck close to his team. Now this section of the city was a familiar place.
But he was also waiting. A mysterious call had led him here, with promise of a stash worth the trouble. The informant only gave a cryptic name for himself, which Islander guessed was a false identity, but a pass phrase had been agreed upon so they'd know each other when they met. Islander continued walking and scanned the benches, then picked one and sat down.
Suddenly a man appeared in a faded jacket, a little scruffy (unusual for Ukraine) and mud on his shoes. He walked hurriedly, looking around, then slowed down as he approached and stood near the bench.
"Do you know any good places the serve Beluga Caviar?"
"I'm looking for a place that has pie instead."
The man sat down.
"Nice to meet you Islander. I thought this might interest you."
The informant took a piece of paper out of his pocket and slid it across the bench.
"I'm sure you can figure out what it means. I think you'll like what you find."
Without another word he got up and left. Islander glanced around to see if he was being watched, and then looked at the sheet of paper and the two numbers written on it.
0.88040894277647229451625195413255
0.53253718847417916628372575886894
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With a smile, Islander got up and set off for the spot.
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