Volume 1, No. 1

Banquet / Tyrras ... 34 

Okay? That's right, I said Japanese." He turned to Vera. "You understand, they have to be selective and can't respond every time someone is knifed." He spat on the ground. "There, now, soon the world will know to what level we have sunk with this market economy." He reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out Russian cigarettes. He offered Vera a smoke, but she shook her head. Perogov lit up, took a drag and exhaled. "Fedya!" he yelled at his driver. "Sent all these gawkers away." Then he turned to Vera. "Come on, let's see if we can find out anything about this attack."
Apparently a man dressed like one of the waiters in a white linen jacket, had followed Harioto into the men's toilet and stabbed him once. The attacker was of medium height, medium weight, no distinguishing marks. However, Kostylev thought he saw a tiny flag of Great Britain on one of the attacker's shoes. Perogov was jotting all this down