Straight ahead, big windows looked north at the low, snow-covered Davos buildings. “Your father never would have had to ask that question.” It wasn’t the first time someone hadĭouble doors into the spacious restaurant- pale walls, parquet, and large ring-shaped lamps above their heads like halos. “ Are you the one protecting him now?” “I have been, but I can’t anymore.” “ Where is he?” “I cannot tell you.” “ Then why don’t you get your people to protect him?” Now Egorov sighed. “Who,” Milo asked, “ is this innocent?” “ Did you hear of Anna Urusov?” “The dissident blogger in Moscow? She died last month.” “ It’s connected. How, for example, had he survived this last decade in Putin’s Russia? What compromises had he made? Men of his father’s generation had spent their entire lives compromising, and by a certain point it became second nature, so that eventually you lost track of whatever principles you once had. This is precisely the same situation.” Egorov had been his father’s friend, but Milo didn’t know what kind of man Egorov had become since then. You made an effort to ensure that he would remain safe. You helped an innocent whose life was in danger through no fault of his own. That’s not what we do.” “Tell me about Martin Bishop, then,” Egorov said, sounding smug. What can I do for you?” “I have someone who needs your protection.” “We don’t protect people. Didn’t think the number would even be in service anymore.” “It won’t be for much longer.
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