Gordon Stevens - Moscow USA

They settled down to the material:

Alexei Ivanevich Kosygin. Born 1964. Education: School Number 20 and Moscow State Institute of International Relations. Occupation: businessman. Frequent trips to Europe and the Middle and Far East. Home and office address and telephone numbers.

‘Not much.’ Kincaid tossed his copy on to the desk. ‘Either we have the wrong man or the file’s been filleted.’ His head thumped and his mouth and throat were dry. ‘What’s the conventional wisdom from Moscow?’

Sherenko shrugged. ‘Either he’s clean, which nobody is. Or he’s bent, which everyone is. Or he has connections and somebody’s protecting him.’

Kincaid read the report again. ‘If he’s mafia, what sort of things is he running as well as the airport?’

‘Could be anything. He was educated at School Number 20, one of the top schools in Moscow, which suggests his parents were high up in the Party. He was also educated at the Institute of International Relations, which is the best there is, so his classmates will already be going places in government or business. He’ll speak at least one foreign language, certainly English, and he’s sophisticated, with good connections.’ Sherenko leaned back in his chair. ‘He’s doing the airport because that’s a nice little earner, but which probably also keeps him cosy with the FSB. He lets them know what’s going on, and they give him some protection. Probably the SVR, the foreign intelligence people as well.

‘He probably has interests in some clubs, runs one or two floors of a couple of hotels. Almost certainly he has some deals going with foreign businessmen.’ Sherenko stood up and paced the room. ‘Hell, he’s just what the Americans and the English and the French and the Germans and everybody else is screaming for. So he goes into partnership with them, fronts them. Plus he’s probably doing some share scams, might be into property, including overseas. Next time you go home you’ll probably find he owns half of New England. I mean, this guy is what the Protestant ethic and the American dream are all about. And in twenty, thirty years time he’ll be a pillar of the community.

‘Oh yeah, he’s probably having some run-ins with the banks. He’ll have taken out some loans, I mean big loans, but now some of the banks will be calling them in. So a banker goes missing, or goes dead. Gets blown up, gets shot, gets dead because someone’s put some sort of poison in his telephone, so every time he uses it he’s killing himself.

‘And each evening friend Alexei does the clubs, and picks up the girls, and has a great time.’ He looked at Kincaid. ‘Remind you of anyone?’

‘Yeah. He reminds me of the way some of America’s own great and good got started.’

‘You said it, not me.’

Something about the night before, Kincaid remembered. ‘Last night at the party.’

‘Yeah?’

‘One of the toasts was the bastards at the Kremlin, another was to Friends. What was that about?’

‘Betrayal.’ Sherenko was sharp, almost aggressive. He swung in his chair, checked the details on the report, lifted the telephone, and punched the number.

‘This is Nikolai Sherenko, from Omega. I’d like to speak with Mr Kosygin.’ He flicked the phone on to mute. ‘Kosygin also loves being called Mister.’ He flicked the mute off. ‘Sure, I’ll wait.’ He stared at the ceiling. ‘Mr Kosygin. Good afternoon. This is Nikolai Sherenko from Omega. There’s something we should talk about …’ He listened. ‘Yeah, the Tokyo at eight would be fine.’

He put the phone down.

‘So …’ Kincaid asked.

‘That was too easy. The bastard didn’t even ask who or what Omega was, or what it was about.’

‘Therefore he knows about the money?’

‘Either that or someone tipped him off.’

Gerasimov and Jameson were still out. They had a meeting with Kosygin this evening, they told Riley; like to put it on record in case there were any comebacks; like to get the company’s and ConTex’s go-ahead. Decision by six, Riley told them.

Alexei Kosygin replaced the phone and sat back in the leather executive chair he had had flown in from Berlin. The office was situated on an upper floor of the Intourist Hotel, at the end looking toward Red Square and the Kremlin. It was modern – computer, fax, shredder, three telephones, plus concealed drinks cabinet. It was also relatively secure, minders in the outer office, where his two secretaries sat, and reinforced doors.

He swung in the chair and punched Vorkov’s direct number at Yasenevo. There was no answer. He pressed the button for another line and punched the number of the cellphone. Felix Vorkov answered three seconds later.

‘It’s Alexei. The thing you mentioned last night. They’ve been in touch. I’m meeting them tonight.’

Vorkov was relaxed, as if it didn’t matter. Plus the fact that cellphones were still notoriously insecure. ‘Fine. I’ll be in touch tomorrow.’

Kosygin pressed the button for another line and called the second cellphone.

‘Yuri, it’s Alexei. Slight change of plan for tonight … Yeah, the Tokyo …’

He called the next number.

‘Olga. It’s Alexei. Change of plan for this evening. We’ll go to the Tokyo first.’ Olga knew the score and did what she was told. ‘Tell Tanya.’

So what else, who else? Because tonight was a game, and Kosygin liked games. He called the next number, spoke to the secretary, and was put through.

‘It’s Alexei. Wondered what you were doing this evening. It’s Yuri’s last night in town for a couple of weeks.’

‘Alexei, last night was Yuri’s last in town.’

‘Apparently he was delayed; he phoned me this morning.’

‘Who else is coming?’

‘Couple of girls, Olga and Tanya.’

‘You playing one of your games, Alexei?’

‘What makes you think I’m playing a game?’

‘Because I know you.’

‘So you want in?’

‘Sure.’

At five Kincaid made contact with the first of the girls named by Pearce in London. They can’t make tonight – he flicked the phone to mute and told Sherenko; she suggests tomorrow evening.

Sherenko looked across the desk. ‘Where?’

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