With Konstantin’s hacking abilities and intimate knowledge of our family’s business, it’s all too easy to imagine him taking an important factory offline with a few strokes on his keyboard, or freezing our liquid assets in the Cayman Islands. Or making them disappear altogether.
In his own quiet way, Konstantin might be the most dangerous of my three brothers.
Finally, we’re in the limo, and as soon as the partition between us and Nikolai’s driver goes up, I can’t hold back any longer. Turning to Konstantin, I begin, “So, Kostya, how did you—”
“You still need to talk to Alexei,” he says, and I forget all about his Papa-handling methodology as he continues. “Father won’t force the issue, but the Leonovs may insist that the announcement proceeds as planned.”
My chest feels like a balloon
