“...Fifteen minutes later the Opel stopped near the nine-story building. The thug in the leather jacket came out and walked towards the entrance with a calm gait. “We should find out more specifically where he’s going,” said Shumilin. “Sit here, I’ll do it myself,” Larisa decisively opened the car door. “Why you?” “Because the woman is calling.” less suspicion. And she, wrapping her cloak around her, followed the stranger. Entering the entrance and taking a closer look at him near the elevator, Larisa involuntarily shuddered. Protruding gray eyes and a strongly protruded jaw, like the front of an electric locomotive on Western express trains, did not bode well for anyone who risked being left alone with this man. And this is exactly what Larisa had to do..."