attention?â
It didnât take much thought. âYou threaten to break it.â
âExactly.â Petrov pushed a tumbler to Volsky, then refilled his own. The vodkaâs oily surface was nearly convex. He raised the glass to Volsky. âA toast to the Siberian Delegate. A man who should not be underestimated. May you be buried in a coffin made from an oak tree that I will plant from an acorn with my own hands tomorrow.â He drained it in a gulp.
Volsky left his drink untouched. âIn other words, youâre already selling our diamonds, just not to the cartel.â
Petrov gave Volsky a sly, confirming smile. âNow weâre moving into areas Iâm not permitted to discuss.â
âSo whereâs the money?â
âMoney?â
Volsky grabbed Petrovâs arm. âYouâre not giving our stones away.â
Petrov tried to pull his wrist from Volskyâs grip. It didnât budge. âI can have you thrown out.â
âDo it. Iâll bring your arm with me. It will look good over my fireplace.â Volsky squeezed once, very hard. âSo?â
âAll right!â
Volsky let go and Petrov rubbed the blood back into his hand. âFor the last year, diamonds have been sold under the direct authority of the Kremlin. And
not
to the cartel.â
âWhere?â
âWhere the money is. America. We started our own company there to market them. If the cartel wonât negotiate, weâll keep doing it. But theyâll come to heel. They have to.â
âThis company. Its name?â
âGolden Autumn. The cartel will have to choose. Pay us more, or weâll break your back. The Kremlin is running the whole show. Iâm just a small gear in a bigââ
âA minute ago you were a general. Now youâre just a small gear. Next youâll tell me you just sweep the floors.â
âListen. This
must
be kept secret until everything is in place. You think the cartel doesnât have friends in America? Officials they can buy? Diamond brokers they can threaten? You could destroy years of planning. Then it will be your fault if your miners freeze.â
âUnless I keep silent and wait?â
Petrov sat back. âIâm glad we finally understand one another.â
âI understand. I wonder. Does our president also understand? Does he realize his diamonds are being sold out from under him?â
âIt would be impossible to move those diamonds without his approval. You must trust me when I sayââ
âI wouldnât trust you with a piece of colored glass. Tomorrow, Iâll go to Gorky-9.â It was Yeltsinâs suburban retreat. âIf Iâm wrong youâll have my apologies. But if Iâm rightââVolsky leaned close and smiledââweâll go back to Siberia together. Only youâll be in chains.â
Petrov slapped his open hand to the table, exasperated. âWhat makes you think the President doesnât already know everything?â
âI know Boris Nikolaevich. Heâs no criminal.â
Petrov laughed. âYouâve been in Siberia too long. You know the difference between a criminal and a businessman? A businessman has more imagination. Listen. The rain falls down. It doesnât fall up. This matter begins above all our heads.â
âWeâll see who still has a head tomorrow.â
Petrov stood. âGood evening, Delegate Volsky. I wish you a night of sober contemplation and a safe trip home.â Petrov opened the door and left.
Volsky scooped up some caviar, put it to his mouth, then stopped. He tossed it to the table, grabbed his raincoat and briefcase, and walked to the door. Outside the private room, the main dining area was slowly filling. Petrov was already gone.
The rain falls from above.
But from how high? If someone at the Kremlin was involved, some termite who had burrowed into a position of power and influence,
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