Chapter 4
St Petersburg
It was ten degrees below freezing. Sergei had long forgotten how cold it could be in the Baltic chill wind. He pulled his collar higher and climbed into the back seat of his S class Mercedes and gestured to the driver as Tatyana joined him in the back. The car was a luxury, but Russians expected you to flaunt your wealth, and he was wealthy, at least he had been the last time he looked. His oil and mining enterprise in Vladivostok had weathered the economic downturn and seemingly thrived in his absence, hence his decision to leave the running of it to others and concentrate on his philanthropic work. The search for the Khans’ Prophecy was all consuming, but it was his decision; he’d sometimes wondered why he was so engaged with the Elders, but the more he thought
