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I’m sorry,” I said, smelling a rat. “I’ve reconsidered. ” “I’m afraid we’ll have to insist,” said the translator. ” Scuffling with two armed Ministry of Security officers didn’t seem like a terribly bright idea. Neither did running away and getting shot in the back. So I followed the officers inside, hoping against hope that my suspicions were unfounded. We trudged up a rickety flight of stairs and arrived on the first landing. There was a heavy aroma of fried onions in the air. The three of us walked over to a door, which opened without anyone knocking.
I asked. ” Vadim directed me to a second, barely furnished room, much larger than the first. A tall, muscular guy with a crewcut followed us in. From the corner of my eye, I noticed that the two Hungarian officers were leaving. I had to admit, they had played their parts quite professionally. Vadim motioned for me to sit on a large leather sofa. As I settled down, he took a seat on the matching chair across from me. The enforcer who had accompanied us sat at the end of a large desk, which was bare except for one menacing object: an electric iron, the infamous torture tool of Russian racketeers.