“We think his name is Gennady Shostokovich. Ex-Speznatz. Heard of it?”
The old man’s bright eyes looked at the two of us sitting around the kitchen table of my apartment, a coffee cup halfway up to his lips, the sunlight bathing the kitchen with bright light.
“Russian Special Forces,” Frank answered. “Trained killers. Specialists in the art of murder and torture.”
“That’s the one,” nodded the old man. “Nobody makes" em tougher. Or more ruthless. Before the Soviet Union fell, they were overworked and underpaid. After that house of cards came tumbling down, the KGB was reorganized into the Russian Federal Security Services. The FSB. But a number of the old cadre found themselves unemployed. Many went independent and started shopping their services around to the highest bidder. Gennady was
