Chapter Eight: Monday's Ethnic DNAI arranged to meet Kudashov at the place he was staying. It was what we called The Russian House—number 17 Craven Hill Gardens, Bayswater, Paddington. Russian instead of Russia, because most of those who stayed there for any length of time were from a past age rather than being relevant to the present or the future. Whether or not that summary applied to Kudashov, I was about to find out.
Number 17 was in the second of two well cared for gardened rectangles of Victorian-built properties in a tall long terrace of five-storey buildings, which mainly served as private apartments, hotels, consulates and the comfortable London retreat for wealthy Russians seeking an audience with HM Government. No one tried to conceal the place, why would we? It was convenient
