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    “Uh, excuse me…” she said, trying to get Yuri’s attention, “but I was supposed to meet with Mr. Romanov before heading into court.”
    “Plans change, Ms. Wells,” said Yuri, “Come.  Mr. Romanov is waiting.”
    Perplexed and utterly bewildered she followed Yuri into one of the court rooms and found that it was empty, save for a single person sitting at one of the two tables at the front was a man who sat alone.  Presumably it was her client.
    Yuri showed her to the fore for the room and indicated her chair at the defense table where she finally saw the man whom she had been sent to represent. 
    Her breath was almost stolen from her lungs as Alexi Romanov looked over and stood to meet her.  For a brief moment it was as if her mind had taken leave of her keener senses and had delved into some wild and primal part of her mind. 
    He was tall, just an inch or so over six feet and towering above her by at least seven inches.  His hair was short and neatly combed, and was a shade of brown that matched his eyes that seemed to pierce right through her.  His chin and jaw were strong as if he had been chiseled from solid granite.  To support that claim his shoulders were wide and she could imagine the muscle that was required to hold his body up like that.
    If she had thought that Yuri was intimidating then it Alexi Romanov made him look like a puppet on a string meant for children’s shows.  But if Alexi’s fingers could make people dance she would happily move to his tune.
    “Ah, Ms. Wells,” Alexi said.  She saw that she was correct about his size and she suddenly felt somewhat diminished to stand before him like this, like David confronted by the Biblical Goliath. 
    Goliath was never this handsome, she caught herself thinking.
    He extended a hand outward towards her, “A pleasure.”
    She noted how well his English sounded, like perhaps he had been schooled in an institute of higher learning.  She shook his hand and it felt like there was indeed the strength of a god in his grip.  His hand felt like it could have been made of tungsten steel and crushed her hand like an egg, yet it was surprisingly gentle.  “Mr. Romanov,” she said with a polite nod and keeping her handshake as firm as she could.
    “Please, call me Alexi,” he corrected.  “I prefer to be a little more familiar with those who work for me.  Will this be a problem?”
    She shook her head, “No, not at all,” she said with a confidence that she did not feel.  “But Mr. Romanov… Alexi… may I ask what’s happening here?  I was told that we would have some time to prepare…?”
    Alexi freed her hand and settled back down into his chair and she followed suit.  “The judge has arrived and is being pressured by aristocracy in Moscow.  Court will commence at once.”
    True panic began to seep inside of her, but she managed to hold it in check as she spoke.  “But, I haven’t had time to prepare.  We haven’t conferenced, I’m not familiar with the details of the case… and I understand this was supposed to be a simple meeting.”
    Alexi smiled at her and though his expression seemed somewhat gentle, it looked like he had the kind of grin that could reduce mountains to gravel.  There was something ominous in so appealing an expression, like a shark that had learned to smile at a fish it intended to eat.  “Well, circumstances have changed somewhat.  I apologize for the inconvenience, but it seems that you shall be my attorney in this matter.  There is no more time for me to be… what is your expression… picky?”
    She felt a chill run through her.  Despite the circumstances it didn’t change the fact that she hadn’t had any time to prepare, apart from what she already knew about the case in the public eye and the brief that Carver had given her. 
    She took a calming breath.  “Very well, Alexi,” she said with a smile.  “I trust that the opposition will disclose all of their evidence against