“That’s why I carry the pistol. Now let me talk to Konstantin Aristov.”
“Has she been searched, Ms. Safronova?”
“No. Just the g*n, her cellphone, passport, and the keys to her three-wheeler. Bogdan went to attend his bite and never came back. I wasn’t going in alone.”
“Strip,” said Dudnyk.
Without flinching, she unzipped her jumpsuit, let it fall to the ground. Underneath Ezeriņa wore thigh-high boots and a white dress of low cut and exceedingly high hem.
Dudnyk smiled wolfishly. Ninel nudged him disapprovingly.
“I don’t like this getup,” said Ezeriņa, “but Konstantin and his grandsons are known to appreciate a lady’s figure. Whatever gets me an interview.”
“You could have more weapons. Take the rest off.”
“This is as far as I go without an interview and a thousand Euros in the gar
