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The bodyguard fired up the launch’s engine while the limo driver helped with the bow and stern lines Five minutes later, they approached the broad transom of the Matryoshka, where a teak dive platforave access to the monster boat’s main deck

“I should think you are going straight to your cabin,” Kerikov re at the top of the steps, should the Russian require anything, and Juan sao guards, one up on the sundeck behind the bridge and other patrolling near the ship’s pool

His teahteen crewayacht and a ten-man security detail

“Actually,” Juan replied, “I would like to talk to you in your office”

“Nothing too sensitive” Kerikov inquired at once He kne easily someone could eavesdrop on his ship so close to shore

“No, no, no,” Juan said at once “Just soht”

Kerikov led the room that could seat twenty and a movie theater with double that capacity The former hard-line cos of capitalism

They reached the Russian’s private office, and, as soon as Kerikov closed the door behind them, Juan had his pistol out and pressed to Kerikov’s throat hard enough to tear skin

“One sound and you’re dead” Juan had dropped his phony Arabic accent and spoke in Russian

To his credit, Kerikov didn’tend of this situation enough to know that if his attacker’s motive was assassination, he would already be dead

“Who are you?”

Juan said nothing while he fitted Kerikov’s wrists with a pair of FlexiCuffs

“Even though you speak ratulate you When I did round was uni his bona fides A great itimate”

“I’m not Ibn al-Asim,” Juan said

Kerikov smirked “Obviously not”