"How the hell no one have found this place before?" Clark asked, walking amid the trees. Hopkins dried the sweat of his forehead and grunted after stepping in a mud puddle. "Fascinating, isn't it?"
"Yeah, fascinating. We're in the middle of a forest in Russia's countryside, the best place for family vacation," he sighed, leaning on a tree. She stopped, glancing around. "What are we searching for?"
"Well, we're after an answer. Why would Catherine hid coordinates in a fake necklace, anyway?" Clark said to herself, looking to the sky. Without an answer, she sighed. "Let's keep moving."
They walked for ten minutes when, on the other side of a gigantic depression, a semi-destructed small palace rested, facing a cliff. Clark smiled like a maniac and Hopkins furrowed his eyebrows. "You're shitting me. How the hell are we gonna go through that?"
"Let's go around," she said, and he clenched his jaw. Clark smirked. "Have a little bit of faith, Hopkins. Come on."