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“I assure you, my dear, no bullshit is involved. I have just had the invitation from Petrov’s personal secretary, in the Kremlin. This will be electrifying news in Moscow and will do wonders for our premiere on Friday. You and your movie will be the talk of Russia, and that will be reflected in the grosses!”

“Jesus! What do I wear?”

“It’s black tie. Knowing the president’s famous eye for beautiful women, I should think something revealing would be appropriate. The president is sending his car for you, and I will have photographers recording your departure from the hotel, which is within sight of the Kremlin.”

“Well, thanks, Howard. How did you pull this off?”

“I have my contacts, my dear. I’ll see you aboard the studio’s jet tomorrow.” He hung up feeling very much full of himself.

32

Boris Tirov arrived at the office of his attorney, Kim Kopchinsky, at five minutes before the hour to find his agent, Karl Muntz, and his publicist, Jean Jarman, sitting in the waiting room. He greeted them with a wave and proceeded directly to Kopchinsky’s office without being announced.

“Good morning, Kim,” Tirov said, taking a seat and indicating that the others should do so as well.

“Just make yourselves comfortable,” Kopchinsky said wryly. “Anybody want a hot towel? A mani-pedi?”

“Kim, turn on the TV to CNN, and be quick about it. You won’t want to miss any of this.”

“What the fuck, Boris?”

“Just do it, it’ll save billable hours.”

Kopchinsky switched on the huge set on his wall and selected CNN.

The anchor gazed into the teleprompter and said, “And now, we’re going to go to the Russian embassy in Washington, where we’re told an interesting question will be answered.”

The TV switched to a small auditorium, where the ambassador was giving a boring answer to a question about the Ukraine.

“Boris,” Kopchinsky said, “why are you putting us through this?”

“Shut up, Kim, and listen.”

Then an off-camera voice shouted, “Mr. Ambassador, do you have any comment on the news that the film producer Boris Tirov was questioned on his arrival at LAX last night and is being shipped back to Moscow to answer a charge of murder in the death of Elena Ivanov eight years ago?”