04:24 a.m.
The Lawyer’s phone began to vibrate on the table and the screen lit up.
“Just a moment!” The Lawyer pressed the button. “Yes! Good… Maybe it’s already a good morning, yes.”
He listened to the voice on the phone for a while, then it looked as if his face had begun to glow brightly from inside.
“Great!’ The Lawyer smiled. “Yes, I’ll pass it on straight away. Thank you. All the best!”
Putting the phone aside, he looked at Kold slightly archly.
“In Russia on occasions like this people say: ‘You should dance, lucky man’. We’ve won, Mr. Kold. Your request has been met. I just had a call from the office of the head of the Federal Migration Service. Permission for temporary asylum in Russia for one year has been granted to you. The official document will be given to you in the nea
