CHAPTER SIX“Sasha, I urgently need someone reliable. But not you.”
Yana pulled hard on a cigarette and slowly let out the smoke.
They sat on a bench next to her block of flats.
Sasha watched passersby — of every age and gender — in his usual way. He liked to watch people.
“Why not me?” he asked.
“Because there is some work for you here. Do you have someone reliable?”
Shaman, Tinker, Brownie… Trucker? Oleg? Sasha recounted the most reckless of his guys.
Negative, he decided.
“I do.”
“Can he leave? Go away for a while?”
“He can. For how long?”
“If he is caught, and he will be caught, he will most likely… go to jail. For a year or two, I’m not sure…it won’t be in Russia.”
Sasha was quiet.
“So?” Yana turned her austere face to him.
“I will ask him.”
“Not on the phone.”
“When wi
