Читать книгу The Way to Dehradun. A detective adventure story - Tatiana Sokoloff - Страница 13

Arriving at the Russian Embassy in New Delhi, Yana and Oksana Fyodorovna followed the security guard who escorted them to the meeting room. They were met by a Russian woman, an employee of the embassy, who dealt with missing Russians in India.

– Have a seat, would you like some water, some tea, maybe some coffee?

– Do you have any masala tea? – Yana asked.

– Yes, of course. We’ll order it now, and for you, Mrs Oksana?

– I’ll just have a glass of water.

– My name is Natalia Pavlovna. As soon as we received your missing person report on Roman Petritsky, I immediately reported it to the competent authorities of India and asked for assistance in finding Roman. So far, they’ve only reported one European-looking body that you went to identify. They assured that they are engaged in a search, but so far they have not been able to find any traces. Roman did not contact the Russian Embassy.

– That means he can’t do it. We always give the phone number of the Russian embassy to our clients before leaving for another country, – Yana said, – so everything is bad enough, something happened to him.

– We called all the hospitals, but during this period no one came with such signs that you gave us.

Yana told Natalia Pavlovna what she had learned from Salim, but this information was critically insufficient. The picture that emerged was that Roman had apparently ordered a car to Dehradun, but something had happened on the way, and they hadn’t brought him to Dehradun.

Natalia Pavlovna will help to ask the drivers of cars who was near the airport at that time, and will immediately pass on the information to Yana. She will also be in touch with the police and if there is any news, she will immediately inform them.

– Were there any such cases of missing Russians during your work? – Yana asked.

– There was one case three years ago, a girl was abducted and sold to a brothel. But she was found three months later. However, there have been cases of missing citizens from other countries in the last two years, and their corpses were found without organs, some had their kidneys removed, some had their liver removed, and some had their lungs removed. There is an organ-selling gang operating in India, but so far the police have not been able to track them down.

“What if Roman fell into the hands of these bandits?” Yana was thinking. “But he’s not very well himself, he’s got ulcerative colitis. But you can’t rule out this version. Think, Yana, think.”

After saying goodbye to Natalia Pavlovna, Oksana Fyodorovna and Yana returned to the hotel.

After taking a shower, wrapped in a soft snow-white towel, Yana lay down on a large double bed and suddenly remembered a young man, guess his name is Denis, who offered to help at the airport.

“But what if you use his services: he has free time, he is our compatriot, and in general, I liked him.” Yana searched her bag for Denis’s business card and dialed his WhatsApp number.