He reached for the call again and then noticed that he was being watched: a television camera pencil was sticking out over the luxurious oak door next to the microphone mesh, staring right in his face. Saint Harana! Okay, they didn't put anything gunshot under your nose... After a second of thinking, Kirill made a brutal face - one that, in his opinion, was suitable for a bouncer from some saloon in the Wild West - and immediately heard:...