10:12 p.m.
“Mr. Kold, I’m sorry, I need to interrupt you,” the Lawyer made a helpless gesture of apology. “I’ve had an urgent message about you…”
“What is it?” Kold said after a small pause, tightening his lips, and turning his eyes to stare at a point in the distance.
The Lawyer paused his phone, took out a tablet from his briefcase and logged into his email.
“The source whose name I can’t tell you, writes that forces interested in your extradition to the USA have intervened in the decision on you. The scales are not inclined in our favour…”
“I was ready for this turn of events,” Kold said firmly. “But it’s all in God’s hands.”
“Don’t you regret you casting your lot with Russia?” the Lawyer switched off the phone. “You had other options…”
Kold rubbed his chin, and unexpectedly smil
