ADRIÁN POV
The private laboratory in Zurich I found doesn’t ask questions. For the right price, they process samples that arrive without official documentation, without real names—only reference numbers that protect identities. They’re discreet. Efficient. And expensive in a way that guarantees absolute silence.
But first, I need the samples.
And for that, I have to cross lines that just a week ago I would have considered unforgivable.
I’m at the hotel bar at ten p.m., drinking a whisky I don’t enjoy, watching the staff move with the silent efficiency that defines five-star hotels. Waiters who appear exactly when you need them. Housekeeping staff who enter rooms when they know you’ll be gone. Concierges who can obtain anything if the price is right.
Everything has a price.
I just
