68“Do you know who I am?” The man in the hoodie bored his eyes at Rupert.
“The Chechen,” Rupert replied.
“I don’t mean that, fool!”
Rupert walked away from the bench and spun back. “Do not speak to me in that manner. I don’t care who you are.”
“Sit down. Don’t be a child.” Nazyr tried to soften his expression. “I was told we have things to discuss.”
Rupert took a step toward the bench. “I know who you are but I doubt you understand who I am, otherwise you will not be so disrespectful.”
Nazyr bellowed a laugh through the courtyard.
“Are you going to attack me with your pencil, banker? Or maybe you have a stapler.”
Rupert waved papers he had taken from his jacket. “You’re the fool. You know nothing about the value of information,” he said walking away.
Nazyr looked at the sky before
