Читать книгу The Way to Dehradun. A detective adventure story - Tatiana Sokoloff - Страница 11

Denis Dunkel did not want Roman Petritsky to realize that he knew Russian, in general, that he was also from Russia, so he did not utter a word during the entire trip in the car.

Denis was going to turn 29 in a week, he was good-looking, athletic, tall, broad-shouldered, green-eyed.

He had his own business two years ago, he was engaged in the supply of medical equipment. Initially, things were going well, but he never managed to achieve success.

Besides, he still had debts to pay off.

His friend Vasily, who had been living in London for several years, offered him a job that was well-paid but criminal. Denis’ task was to find and bring donors to the clinic for transplantation. He was paid twenty-five thousand dollars for each donor delivered.

After working for a couple of months, Denis paid off his debts, but he was in no hurry to leave this job, because he liked a luxurious life. And what they do with donors after transplantation was the last thing he was interested in.

He had girlfriends in tour operator companies who gave him information about young single travelers to different countries, and then there was the matter of technology. As a rule, it was not difficult to organize their abduction.

With Roman, everything turned out purely by chance. He asked for a ride to Dehradun.

Denis was driving a VIP client to the airport at that time. Everything turned out unexpectedly well.

He took Roman’s blood to a laboratory in Delhi for analysis, and on the way back he stopped at the airport.

A beautiful girl in her thirties was standing at the entrance to the terminal building with a small elderly woman. They spoke to each other in Russian. Denis met the gaze of the Russian girl and suddenly asked himself:

– Are you looking for something? Do you need any help?

Yana was delighted when she heard Russian, and the young man was trustworthy.

– We are looking for a man who flew to Delhi three days ago and disappeared. This is our client. They found out that he left the airport building with a young Indian man, and no one saw him again.

Denis tensed up.

“Damn, they’re probably looking for that infamous Roman,” he thought.

And he said:

– Girl, don’t worry, we’ll definitely figure out how to find him. He probably left in some kind of car. My name is Denis, here is my business card. – He handed Yana his business card from his old business, his mobile number has not changed. – If you need any help, please contact us. I’ve been here for another week, and I have some free time. What’s your name?

– Yana, this is my assistant Oksana Fyodorovna. Thank you, Denis, and goodbye. Now we need to go to the Russian embassy and discuss our situation there.