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LEO
Maybe it was fine, Leo thought. Two trips to Moscow in half a year. It was more than he’d ever done, but some made such journeys each month. The husband of the loathsome Mrs. Jeffries, who worked for Apple, apparently traveled to China every two weeks – Leo had once heard him brag through their shared wall that he now qualified to book business class. Business class, Mrs. Jeffries shouted back. What a husband. While I wait at home.
You’d understand if you got off your ass and did some business of your own, the husband snarled, and then from behind the wall there’d been no more.
Leo’s first night in Moscow, he went to eat at an old favorite: Pasha, off Tsvetnoy Boulevard. The restaurant was a little glitzy, the kind with bored hostesses in slip dresses executing half-hearted face
