Chapter 32“Hi,” Igor said, stepping into the room where Ben slept at night. Talk about the potential for scandal!
“Hi. What are you doing here?” Ben tried to shove all that aside.
“Friend open door.”
Ben imagined Rich coming back to the room only when he knew for sure Ben wouldn’t be there. “You wanna go inside, big giant man who could snap little Ben in two? Be my guest.” Rich was probably that angry.
The big Ukrainian was high-strung. It showed on his face and in the way his big feet paced around the small space. Like an Eastern-European bull in a china shop, each time he made an agitated turn, Ben and Kat held their breath, wondering which table object or IOC-owned bedside lamp would be a casualty of his broad movements.
“Sit down and relax?”
The weightlifter looked befuddled, unt
