We finally reached an unbelievably ornate set of steps—what Storm called the Jordan Staircase. It had steps going up both sides.

“Go left!” shouted Tommy.

So we did.

We came to a landing and I looked over my shoulder. “We lost them!”

“Excellent,” said Tommy.

We rounded the landing and sprinted down the final set of red-carpeted stairs, taking them two at a time.

When we reached the bottom, guess who we ran into.

Yep. The six masked Putins.

Guess they went right when we went left.