Chapter Twelve
Sat in a luxurious leather armchair marked for special customers Levka listened to a suited middle-aged banker offer a lengthy rhetoric. “Yes I agree I know you Mister Vasiliev. Unfortunately that is not enough. I know a number of gentlemen in your position. And they will all lay the same demands and arguments. Should I concede to you then I am certain my life will be considerably cut short.”
“So to sum up,” Levka summarised. “Without the keys there will be no access to the safety deposit boxes.”
“That is correct sir. In my humble position as the banker offering a security of finances and anonymity, I would have to suggest you had better methods in place. May I ask has Jurg Fedorov been officially recognised?”
“He was blown to kingdom come with dynamite. There is nothing
