As he entered, a dozen spooky figures turned to eye him from the bar. For a few seconds, McKinnon allowed his eyes to adjust to the dim light.
Then, from a corner table shielded by shadows, rose a shy voice.
“Mark?” it asked.
McKinnon turned.
In the corner sat a fit middle-aged Italian man behind a large glass of red wine, a small tray of bread sticks, and a votive candle.
“Please have a seat, my friend,” the Italian said in softly accented but impeccable English.
The men shook hands. McKinnon seated himself. The bartender sauntered over and without speaking, set up a second glass and poured a bold young Chianti from a jug.
The Italian lifted his glass. “
McKinnon grinned and reciprocated with a similar toast. There was a moment or two of small talk. These men knew each other well but only met when they absolutely had to-maybe once or twice a year at most, and almost always in this place. Two of the figures at the bar worked for the Italian man and were armed accordingly.
“Well,” McKinnon finally said, “we seem to have a problem. A couple of our people have been murdered.”
“So it appears,” the Italian said.
“Can you help us?”
The Italian sipped more wine. “So it appears,” he said again.
McKinnon started to laugh, exuding a sigh of relief at the same time. “I knew I could count on you,” he said.
“So it appears,” the Italian said a third time.
THIRTY-SEVEN
It took until Monday afternoon, February 12, before Federov would concede that he had an interest in a conglomerate called The Caspian Group, the bookkeeping of which existed only in his head. It took another two days for Alex to get him to concede that he might be liable for US taxes.
Alex’s spirit’s got another boost that day. Despite how busy Robert was with his own trip preparation, he had managed to send her a Valentine by courier.
Then on that same afternoon, the fourteenth, she started to wear Federov down as she documented everything she and the United States Department of Commerce knew on TCG. He finally allowed that his corporation might be inclined to file records with the US government and actually pay some taxes.
This he would do, he stressed, on one condition.
“What condition is that?” she asked.
“You accompany me to my favorite club in Kiev this evening, Miss Anna,” he said. “You come alone and you are my guest. You do this for me, and I file corporate tax returns.”Ellen Higgins rolled her eyes. Phil Ralston looked away.
“That’s a highly unusual bargain,” Alex said.
“You’re a highly unusual negotiator. Deal?”
An unsolicited offer that would make her trip a stunning success if Federov followed through. And her assignment was to stay with him as much as possible. In a distant part of her mind, she recalled Cerny’s warning: Federov had a penchant for smart, beautiful, educated women.
“Well?” he asked. “I am tired of these discussions. You have convinced me. I will obey your tax laws. I will put our agreement in writing if we have one. Yes or no?”
All eyes were on her. “An agreement in writing would be excellent,” she said.
“Then we will do it.”
“Let’s make a few things very clear,” she answered, “The president of the United States arrives tomorrow and will be here for one overnight. My fiance, who works in the White House, will be here too. My fiance and I are going to be married in July.”
“Pozdorovlennia,” Federov said. Congratulations.
“The day
“Yes. So? Then we should go out and celebrate the visit and your engagement,” he said. “We will go to my favorite club and drink to your fiance’s safe arrival.”
Federov’s assistants’ eyes were on her like those of a pair of terriers.
She thought about it further. “We draft a deal memo on receiving your corporate records and on proposed taxation. We do that this afternoon,” she said. She glanced at her watch. It was 3:45 p.m.
“If it’s complete by 6:00 p.m.,” she said, “I’ll go to your club with you.”
“Excellent!” he said.
“I expect to be back at my hotel by midnight.”
“Midnight is very early in Kiev. How about 3:00 a.m.?”
“This is completely inappropriate.”
“All right. Midnight. But you wear the sexiest garment you have with you.”
“I only brought normal clothes,” she said.
“Pity,” he said. His two guards laughed. She was getting angry.
“Will we get a deal memo drafted this afternoon?”
“Yes.”
“You have your deal,” she said.
“And you should have some new clothes,” he said.
“But I don’t,” she parried. “If I had something worthy of a Kiev nightclub, I’d wear it, I promise you. But I don’t, so, end of discussion.”
He opened his hands and looked helpless to his bodyguards, who smirked.
“One of us has outwitted the other,” he said with a tinge of regret.
“At no small effort.”
The American staff called in two stenographers who successfully took a draft agreement from Federov. It was complete by 5:30.
“Great,” Alex muttered to Richard Friedman when she reported to him at the end of the business day. “I’ve been here a week and I’m dating the worst gangster in town.”
“He’s only the worst temporarily,” Friedman answered. “Putin is scheduled to visit after the president leaves.”
“That makes me feel so much better about everything,” Alex said.
She put the memo on file and sent it by secure fax back to Washington.
Then she returned to the hotel to change for an involuntary evening out.
Federov, meanwhile, was one step ahead of her.
When she arrived back in her hotel room, she discovered that Federov had sent over a change of clothing that she had unwittingly agreed to wear.
A new dress, a deep burgundy silk, from one of the top Italian designers, a low cut with a high hem, material that was as light as a feather. The type of thing that cost three thousand dollars in Rome, Paris, or New York. She tried it on and walked to the mirror and stopped short. The neckline was lower that anything she had ever worn in her life. The hem was at least ten inches above the knee. For several seconds she stared at herself, hardly believing what she saw. At first she thought, no way. She didn’t dare wear it and wouldn’t do it. She would pretend that she hadn’t received it.
Then a change of mind came over her.
All right. She would live a little on the edge. If this was what it took to get a deal out of Comrade Federov, full speed ahead. Then she’d save the dress, wear it for Robert and let him go crazy over it. He could have his fun removing it from her. That also reminded her. She found the bracelet Robert had given her just before she had departed. She put it on her wrist. Part of Robert would be with her.
Meanwhile, if this was what Federov wanted, she’d let him have it.
