Chapter Ten
In the suburbia of Moscow, a relatively quiet and wealthy area, Jurg Fedorov switched on the living room light in his four bedroom abode. Still single the crime syndicate accountant had no real use for all the room. However, it stood as a status symbol, informed people that he was somehow connected.
Jurg jerked with shock as he noticed an unknown face sitting in his favourite armchair, by the stone fireplace, an attractive young woman quite at ease with her intrusion.
It’s strange how pretty softens the reaction. He half smiled at her, a range of thought blundering through his mind, most presumptuous as well as ridiculous. He decided to fall upon the friendly rather than hostility. “Well?” he inquired.
“How would you like a relationship with me Jurg? A s****l relationship t
