At a villa in the mountain ravine, in the living room.
A man and a woman stood facing each other in the entryway.
The man was tall, and the green military uniform he wore told us he was a soldier.
The woman was petite and frail, but her back was ramrod straight. A square backpack hung from her shoulders as she stood just inside the entryway, glaring angrily at the towering man blocking the door.
