Fire & Vice: Prisoner of Fortune
He would have them taken somewhere else for disposal.
"Asher," Sitnikov greeted him with a cold smile and extended his hand with a drink.
Ash took it saying, "Please, call me Ash. Vodka I assume?"
"The best," Sitnikov stated, tossing his own glass back. "Please, sit."
Ash sat in the chair indicated and drained his drink as well. He didn't drink often. He took his sobriety very seriously, knowing how easy it would be to sink into the pit of addiction. He had too much to live for , owed Khalid too much , to allow himself that course in life. He placed his tumbler on the desk and covered it with his hand, shaking his head when Sitnikow offered him another pour. He hoped the lethal Russian didn'
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