"The government will fight it to the bitter end. It could take a decade. We might lose."
"MP thinks a book and movie deal might bring in up to ten million."
"A book deal will take at least two years and might amount to very little. Movie deals aren't worth the paper they're written on."
"You're a pessimist."
"I'm a realist."
After a moment, Elena pointed at the small village below. "It's beautiful, isn't it?"
"Very beautiful. Like a small French or German village shipped over and planted in heaven."
"How about a house here?"
"A cramped two-bedroom apartment would cost at least a million. After fourteen months in a cell, I demand space."
She surveyed the town below. She pointed at a cluster of large chalets that climbed up the slopes on the west side. The homes were immense, spaced far apart, pine trees towering over the high roofs, no more than a ten-minute walk to the bottom slope. "How about that neighborhood?"
"At least ten million."
They fell back in the snow, held hands, and stared straight up at the sky. "Alex?" Elena said.
"What?" Alex said.
"I forgot to tell you something."
He squeezed her hand.
"Mikhail had a talk with Golitsin the day before he died."
"I know. Those were his instructions. Give Golitsin a good scare. Fool him into believing Nicky was behind it."
"Well, I told him to talk to Golitsin about something else, too. So Mikhail brought along a few of his friends, and they… well, they encouraged Golitsin to chat a little about our money." She paused to admire the sky. "You know how persuasive Mikhail can be."
Alex slowly sat up. "How persuasive was he?"
"Oh… enough. Golitsin gave him 225 million reasons to go away and leave him alone."
Alex turned and stared hard at his wife. "Mikhail found our money?"
"I let him keep five million. He more than earned it, you know."
"Where is it now?"
"Switzerland. I don't trust Bermudan banks anymore. Do you?"
Alex stood and spent several minutes staring down on the valley. Elena eventually stood and joined him.
They waited quietly until Alex asked, "Exactly which chalet on that hillside did you buy?"
"The big one almost exactly halfway up the slope." She tried to point it out. "The one with the four big stone chimneys."
"Is it big inside?"
"The neighbors call it the coliseum. The current owners use walkie-talkies so they don't have to scream at each other all day."
"Is it nice?"
"Crystal chandeliers, six or seven enormous fireplaces, a huge wine cellar, and a twenty-seat movie theater downstairs. If you like that sort of thing, yes, I guess it's nice."
"How many bedrooms?"
"I'm not sure. Six, seven, eight. They're sort of spread all over the place. Hard to count."
"Do they come with children?"
"No. The owner insisted we have to make our own."
"She pushed a hard bargain."
"She was quite tough on that point."
"When do we get one?"
"They're not exactly an impulse buy, dear. They have long delivery dates. Up to nine months, I hear."
After a moment Alex said, "I love you."
"I love you, too."
"Race you to the bottom?"
"You'll eat my dust, Konevitch."
"Snow, dear. You'll eat my snow."
"Oh, shut up, and try to catch me."