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Igor's looks and the fact that women seemed to throw themselves at him. He hardly had to speak to them before they were willing to sleep with him.
    ''Here,'' Dima said. He passed Igor a Beretta handgun. ''Let's go persuade him.''
    ''Let's do it,'' Igor replied.
    Dima drove out of town to what appeared to be a rich suburb. ''Do you get it?'' Igor asked.
    ''What?''
    ''Look at these big houses. Fucking politicians. How the hell do they go from being penniless upstarts to super rich in the space of a few short years?'' Igor asked.
    ''You already know. Because they are all corrupt bastards. The US is rotten to the core. Everybody knows that.''
    ''We are no angels, but we, at least, try, to do things honestly,'' Igor concluded.
    Dima laughed. ''Of course, we do. The only difference is, if being honest doesn't work in our favor, we very quickly turn nasty.''
    Dima drove past the gate to the French style mansion and looked at the huge iron gate. There was just one security guard sitting in a wooden hut. He drove a  bit further and parked next to the high wall that ran around the property. The brothers got out and with the help of a rope and hook , scaled the wall.
    Mr. and Mrs. Adessi looked like the perfect couple as they lay asleep in bed. The bedroom was spacious and smelled of potpourri. Igor wondered if they had had sex the previous evening, Mrs. Adessi seemed to be naked, and her nightdress was lying on the floor.
    Dima nodded, and Igor put the barrel of his Baretta into Mr. Adessi's open mouth. He snorted and opened his eyes.
    ''What the hell?'' he muttered as best he could with a gun in his mouth . Mrs. Adessi woke up and saw Dima standing above her. She screamed and sat up in bed, forgetting that she was naked. She quickly grabbed a sheet and pulled it over her breasts.
    Dima took hold of her arm and pulled her from the bed. He placed her face down on the floor and held a gun to her head.
    ''Mr. Adessi,'' Igor began. ''As you are the head of real estate at the City Administration we would like to make a complaint to you''  Adessi looked at him, terror in his eyes. ''I think you know why we are here.'' Adessi shook his head. ''Oh yes you do. We bid more than anyone for the Old Post Office project. You know that, and we know that. Yet, you gave the contract , not to the highest bidder or even the second highest , but to some sleazy outfit from Alabama. Funny, that's where you come from.''
    Dima put his foot on Mrs. Adessi's back and pressed. She squealed and tried to break free, but it was useless.
    ''We want your guarantee that you will cancel the contract and award it to us. As I said, we won the bidding.'' Igor pulled the gun from his mouth and waited for his response.
    ''Go to hell. Fucking Russians. Think you own the place. Fuck off back to Moscow.''
    ''Not only are you corrupt, you are very rude . Have you ever seen a woman being thrown from an upstairs window?'' Igor said as he nodded to Dima. 
    Dima pulled Mrs. Adessi up by the hair and took her to the window. He held her with one hand and opened the window with the other. She screamed as he pushed her out of the window and held onto her by the ankles.
    ''Last chance Adessi . She'll make a terrible mess of your driveway,'' Igor said
    ''Alfons, help me,'' she shrieked. ''Please, let them have what they want.''
    Dima let go of her right leg, and she began to swing to and fro, attached to his strong arms by just her left ankle.
    ''Alright, please pull her inside,'' he said.
    ''No. Not until you give me the guarantee we came for,'' Igor said.
    ''I guarantee it. You can have the contract. Just pull her back inside, please.''
    ''Thank you, Mr. Adessi. Just remember, we can come back anytime, so please don't change your mind.''
     
    *****
     
    ''Michael?'' Cassy shouted as she walked through the yard, at the back of the large house she and Michael had just inherited. ''Michael, where are you? Dinner's ready.'' Cassy noticed how lovely the lavender smelled in the border she