UNDERGROUND

60

The coffee had not really cooled yet, and Boris managed to eat five sandwiches, silently listening to Yakov, who was talking about the interrogation of the policemen from the Falcon Mountain.

- You were right. Nothing significant - a certain Alexander, whose last name they do not even know. They say he paid them for escort. He had some business that day. No specifics, but clearly something serious. He even left his car there. And a phone. Kudinov identified him - silence, clear instant messengers and e-mail, no photos, calls or social networks.

- And the place?

– Territory of Drilling Technologies. Official directors are fictitious. There is very indirect information that this company is somehow connected with the supply of prohibited equipment. There is someone influential there, it has not yet been possible to find out who exactly. Or…

Yakov leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms over his chest, and fell silent. Boris watched as his powerful biceps tightened under the sweater.

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