67 Three months later
Mikhail Gushkin was starting to miss his yacht. He yearned for many things, but the Mediterranean sun was the least of his worries right now.
He watched out of the window of his Cessna Citation X as the ground got ever-closer, the runway coming into view just as the jet touched down on the tarmac. The aircraft had set him back a cool $29 million once all of the added extras had been included, and it was his pride and joy. He was only sorry that he wasn’t able to fly it himself. At least it was better than having to share a plane with a hundred or so other people.
The Buyrakov incident was but a distant memory, and he’d been back out on his yacht twice since then. He consoled himself in the knowledge that he’d be back out on it again in a few weeks’ time, and could
