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The guard froze, mouth open. By the time he radioed for backup, Kokoshka had vanished into the trees.

He went under it.

At 2:17 a.m., Kokoshka emerged on the other side of the wall, into a birch forest blanketed with fresh snow. He did not run. He walked. He had a contact waiting three kilometers east: a former lover, a woman who still believed his forged paintings were real. She would drive him to the border. prison break kokoshka