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I told Max about the Mercedes. He instantly turned more serious and thoroughly interrogated me about all the details. Then we went up to the window to have a look. The Mercedes was still there. Max took a couple of minutes to think. We returned to the table and he order anther couple of mojitos.
“Sanya, this is great! A f*****g adventure! Great!” Max was genuinely happy. “Oh, if only we were back home, I’d call the guys, they’d run his license plates… We’d know whose car this is in ten minutes. But in Moscow, who do you call?”
“Here is what I don’t get, Max. How could they find me on Vernadsky Avenue? I took the metro there. Do I have a hundred people tailing me, or what? Think about it, who am I to…?”
“It’s simple! Find out where your sites are and how many you have – simple as tha
