The stopover to refuel was more than half an hour, and they were already back at altitude in about ten minutes. Yuri called Mikhail to be ready to meet them at the Guryev airport in Moscow before six in the morning, local time.
“I’ll have the armored limousine ready, sir,” Mikhail stated on the other end.
“Don’t let Babushka or Yula know about this yet,” he warned in a hushed tone, as his naked wife was asleep in their bed. At the moment, he was seated on the long sofa, clad in a robe.
“Noted, sir.”
After he spoke with his reliable secretary through the aircraft’s mobile phone, he called the PI. “What’s the news?” he immediately asked.
“After my careful investigation, all the evidence pointed to Leonid Chernyshevsky. He is the one who’s behind the sending of fake pictures to Miss Popo
