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Milan called her later that evening. “We’re planning a follow‑up piece on the border patrols,” he said. “Your work has opened a door, Petra. Are you ready for round two?”

The truck was a hulking, matte‑black Volvo, its engine growling like a beast. Inside, the cabin was lined with metal crates, each stamped with an innocuous logo: “Kovárna Industries.” The driver—a stoic man named , who barely spoke—gave Petra a curt nod as she slipped into the passenger seat, Leica hanging from her neck like a talisman. HOT- Czech Streets E18 Petra