Gulovski, a Russian oligarch with billions in assets, had ties spanning both the legitimate and criminal worlds of Russia and had fallen out with the Russian president.
Now a fugitive wanted by the government, he had taken refuge in ADX Florence.
"Don't try to scare me! I don't believe my boss would actually call you. No extra chicken leg, no deal! I'll just smash things when I get out!" A furious voice, laced with broken English, barked through the phone.
"Gulovski, I need a favor," Ethan said evenly, his calm tone instantly silencing the rant. A moment later, the anger on the other end was replaced by a fawning, almost groveling voice.
"B-Boss... it's really you... I was just joking with the guards just now."
Ethan ignored the attempt to flatter him. "A private jet belonging to the
