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ok?” Webb’s face showed real concern.
    “She’s fine. She told the Militia to go screw themselves. They said that unless she paid them $75000 they were going to charge you with sexual assault.”
    Webb burst out laughing. “On whom, me self?”
    “They say you grabbed a woman and tried to shag her up against a wall.”
    “If only.” Webb stood, hobbled towards Snow and hugged him. “Thanks again for coming, I knew you would.”
    “What are friends for? Brian don’t worry, I’ve spoken to the SBU. They are building a case against the bloke these goons report to.”
    “So who you are working for now, MI6?”
    “It’s called the Secret Intelligence Service nowadays, but yes.”
    “Does your watch become a power boat?”
    Snow found another chair and sat. “You really can be a silly sod, do you know that?”
    Webb nodded. “So the SBU are investigating Katya’s ex-husband?”
    “Her ‘ex’ is a Politician?”
    “No, he’s the Militia thug running this, Pavel Kopylenko.”
    Snow frowned. “He’s Ana’s father?”
    “Yes. He’s the reason I’m here.”
    “I don’t understand.”
    “Aidan. Katya’s been offered a great job in London. But as Ana is underage we need her father’s written consent for her to leave the country.”
    “Which I assume he had refused?”
    “You assume right. So, Katya and I have had to start legal proceedings to attempt to get a court ruling stating that we can take Ana to the UK.”
    “And he’s trying to stop this?”
    “That’s why I called you Aidan. Katya doesn’t know about this, but first he went after my business and now he’s going after me. Shit, if I get framed for sexual assault no judge in their right mind will grant me custody over him for Ana.” Webb put his head in his hands and it was several seconds before he spoke again. “I’m her dad, not him”.
    “What exactly has Kopylenko said to you?”
    “He never said anything about sexual assault the crafty bastard; I thought it was all about my joy-ride in the taxi. He said on Monday they are going to present me and their ‘evidence’ to the judge. Kopylenko said unless they receive payment from Katya the judge will have no option but to find me guilty. So who’s this politician bloke the SBU are after?”
    “The owner of this house, Ruslan Imyets.”
    Webb rolled his eyes and let out a humourless laugh. “Imyets, the Verhovna Rada Deputy? I should be honoured.”
    “You know him?”
    “I’ve heard of him, he’s in pharmaceuticals before that he was Militia officer. The channel TVi ran a story on him, it very nearly put them out of business. He’s one of the most aggressive bandits from Donetsk, one of the President’s own ‘Donbas business buddies’. In the last two years Imyets has won more tenders than anyone else, and he’s used some very unsavoury means to secure them. Heck, if Kopylenko’s working for Imyets he’s got some serious Krisha!”
    Snow thought for a moment. “What’s the connection between Kopylenko and Imyets?”
    “Kopylenko is a Militia officer from Donetsk. Apart from that I don’t know.”
    “Have you ever had any dealings with Imyets?”
    “No, we don’t move in quite the same circles.”
    Snow stretched out and fell his ribs. He’d just have a few bruises. “You know I don’t think Imyets knows anything about this. No offence Brian, but why would he bother with you?”
    “I agree. I just sell books, not even mucky ones. I could murder a drink.” Webb raised his arms and gestured around the room. “Ironic eh, they put me in an empty wine cellar.”
     
    Blazhevich checked his watch again. What was taking Snow so long? He cursed. He knew the Englishman too well, he’d ‘improvised’. There was a buzzing next to him and he picked up Snow’s Blackberry which the SIS operative had intentionally left behind. “Hello Alistair.”
    “Vitaly, this means Snow is with you?”
    “He was but now he’s checking out the address where we believe Webb