Kasakov nodded and pretended he didn’t notice how his best friend gazed upon his wife.
‘So,’ Burliuk said, finally tearing his eyes away. ‘Who is our gracious host tonight?’
‘Some oligarch who bribed and threatened his way into buying up formerly state-owned gas reserves,’ Kasakov explained. ‘He now controls most of the supply piped to Europe. He’s a complete prick.’
‘You say that about everyone.’
‘With this guy, it’s an understatement. He spends money like it’s meaningless. I heard he has fifty cars. Fifty. Can you believe that? And three private jets. He makes me look like a peasant.’
‘We were peasants once.’
‘Which is why we appreciate what we have.’ Kasakov lightly backhanded Burliuk on the chest for emphasis. Then he sighed and said, ‘And tell me, my oldest friend, what is the point of any of it?’
Burliuk looked confused. ‘I don’t understand.’
‘I’m tired, Tomasz. I’m tired of living like this, only sneaking out of the country for business, not able to risk going back to my homeland. I’m tired of carrying the weight of an empire on my shoulders. Some days I honestly do think that-’ Kasakov’s phone vibrated and interrupted him. He checked it. ‘Eltsina,’ he explained. ‘She’s outside. She says it’s important, so I’d better go and find out what the bitch wants.’
‘Shall I come too?’
Kasakov shook his head. ‘Stay here and keep an eye on Izolda.’
Burliuk looked confused. ‘What do you mean?’
‘I don’t know… just keep an eye on her.’
Kasakov found Eltsina standing on the oligarch’s driveway. The petite Russian was not on the guest list and so security hadn’t let her inside the dacha. Kasakov could have got his charmless advisor an invite, but he would sooner give up boxing for embroidery. Eltsina was clearly troubled. The breeze played with the strands of hair that had come loose from her ponytail.
‘What?’ Kasakov asked.
It took Eltsina a few seconds to find her words. ‘Vladimir, I’m sorry. We’ve lost the North Korean shipment.’
‘What are you talking about? How could we have lost it?’
‘The plane carrying the first two MiGs never made it out of Afghan airspace. It crashed in the mountains earlier today.’
Kasakov grabbed Eltsina by her blouse. If he wanted, he could lift the tiny woman off the ground with one hand, but instead he pulled her closer.
‘ Crashed? ’
She swallowed and nodded.
Kasakov released her and let out a cry of exasperation. His huge hands were tight fists, the tendons in his neck pushing out against the skin. He growled through gritted teeth.
Eltsina straightened her blouse and jacket. ‘I don’t know what to say.’
He shoved Eltsina in the shoulder. She winced and stumbled backwards. ‘You can start by telling me just how we lost two hundred million dollars’ worth of assets, and my most experienced crew.’ He shoved Eltsina again, harder. She stumbled further backwards, only just managing to avoid falling. ‘And when you’ve done that, you can tell me how I’m going to tell the North Koreans that they won’t be getting their first two fighters as guaranteed.’
‘I…’
Kasakov glanced back to the dacha. The security guys were watching but knew not to get involved. He pushed his fingers through his hair, thinking. ‘Something is going on here. This is the third time in the space of a week we’ve had a major setback. First we lost that convoy of anti-aircraft guns in Ethiopia to a UN inspector who just happened to check our trucks for the first time in eight years. Yesterday our representatives in Syria missed their handover.’
‘They were found two hours ago in a ditch outside Damascus,’ Eltsina explained. ‘All dead. Throats slit.’
He glared at Eltsina. ‘They say once is happenstance. Twice is coincidence. Three times is enemy action. So who the fuck is doing this to us? ’
Eltsina shook her head.
‘Don’t you dare,’ Kasakov spat. ‘Don’t you dare tell me you don’t know anything when I’m paying you a fortune to know everything.’
‘There’s no evidence,’ she began. ‘Obviously the UN wouldn’t kill our people or shoot down a plane. But whoever did those things could also tip off the UN to our convoy.’
‘Who?’ Kasakov demanded.
‘Only someone with a considerable knowledge of our business would be able to strike like this.’
‘Who?’ Kasakov demanded again.
‘Baraa Ariff. He would know enough about us to make these attacks possible.’
‘And how would he know?’
‘Warlords who buy our tanks and heavy munitions also buy his guns and bullets. We bribe the same officials. Mercenaries who protect our trucks protect his as well. Our people cross paths with his own almost on a daily basis.’
‘I don’t believe it. Ariff is a snivelling, pathetic Egyptian pig. He would never dare start a war with me. You have more balls than he.’ Kasakov undid the buttons of his tuxedo in an effort to cool down. He pointed at Eltsina. ‘Besides, what’s his rationale? Has he learned I want him dead?’
‘All but impossible,’ Eltsina assured. ‘I sought killers only via respected brokers and my contacts in the SVR and FSB.’
‘Then why is he doing this?’
Eltsina said, ‘There can only be one explanation: he seeks your business. He must have sent that sniper to Bucharest, thinking without your leadership he could sell to our clients unopposed. By chance, some enemy of the sniper intervenes. Then Ariff sends another, only for Tomasz to find out and for him to send his men to intercept the assassin in Minsk. So Ariff abandons his ambition to have you dead and instead attacks our network, seeking to leave us crippled and turn our clients against us.’
‘After all these years of coexisting he finally grows a backbone. Had our roles been reversed and it had been me whose business had existed long before he came to prominence, I would not have waited so long to crush my potential competition. I wish it was not about business. I wish he knew I wanted him dead. I wish he was acting in self-preservation. I want him to live in fear. I want him to look at his family and imagine them screaming.’
Eltsina remained silent.
Kasakov said, ‘I’m sure this new revelation will serve as additional motivation to track him down.’
She straightened up. ‘Motivation cannot be higher, Vladimir. He will suffer for the death of your nephew. All my contacts have been petitioned for intelligence. Our most trusted people are gathering information. No effort or expense is being spared. Ariff has remained hidden for years, but he will be found eventually, I promise you.’
‘But how much damage will he have caused us before then?’
Eltsina didn’t answer.
‘What is the situation with the American team?’
‘Burliuk has agreed to their demands and we have them on a retainer so we won’t lose them to some other job. But until we locate Ariff, they are just waiting.’
‘If what you say is correct, and Ariff knows how to hit us because our businesses frequently overlap…’ Eltsina nodded. ‘Then we must know as much about his organisation as he does ours. So let’s return the favour. Have anyone with even the slightest connection to Ariff killed. And triple my security. Ensure everyone who works for me knows what’s going on. Everyone needs to be on guard. That piece of shit could hit us again at any time.’
‘You need to be aware that a war with Ariff will make our people fearful and damage morale, which has already suffered with the decrease in business these past few years.’
‘ I DON’T CARE,’ Kasakov roared, saliva striking Eltsina’s face. ‘Let them be scared. I’ve made them rich. A little fear will remind them to be grateful.’
She nodded, not daring to wipe the spittle from her cheek and lip.
‘I want Ariff dead,’ Kasakov whispered coldly. ‘And while I wait, I’ll watch his empire burn to the ground around him.’
CHAPTER 40
Bologna, Italy
It was always a pleasure visiting Bologna. It was a city of beauty and history in a country steeped in both. The city’s centre fascinated Victor with its architecture, monuments, porticos and eight-hundred-year-old fortifications. He gazed out from the top of the leaning, three hundred and thirty feet tall Torre degli Asinelli. It was the taller of Bologna’s famous Two Towers, and the expansive cityscape below him was all red rooftops and ochre walls except where grey medieval towers jutted above the rest of Bologna’s low-rise skyline.