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Moscow, June 17, 2020, Wednesday. A young brown-haired woman in a business gray suit with a brown vintage Lakestone bag entered the building at 16 Miklukho-Maklaya Street, the office of the famous Beauty Plastic plastic surgery clinic, and proceeded to the reception desk. The receptionist, a personable middle-aged lady, Galina Sergeevna, as it followed from the badge on her robe, after a polite greeting on duty, inquired about the purpose of the visit.

– I have an appointment with Dr. Dekanosidze for 12 o’clock, – the brown-haired woman coldly informed.

– Wait a minute, I’ll clarify now.

The administrator logged into the computer schedule of appointments and found the appropriate line.

– Yes, hello again, Elena Nikolaevna, – she smiled professionally at the cute visitor with big gray eyes. – Irakli Davidovich is waiting for you in his office. Please, this way – she gestured to the door at the end of the corridor. As if on the runway, Elena Nikolaevna with a bag over her shoulder floated with an elegant, athletic gait on the marble floor. Galina Sergeevna watched her go-once she was like that…

Irakli Davidovich Dekanosidze, the owner and scientific director of the Beauty Plastic clinic, at the age of fifty-two, undoubtedly achieved success as a businessman and recognition as a scientist. Born in Moscow, his mother is Russian, graduated from the First Medical State University named after Sechenov and already in his twenties began to build his career. After completing his residency, on the advice of his supervisor, he began to specialize in cosmetology and plastic surgery. Rapidly developing his business, he found a unique niche in this highly competitive business, protected from the attacks of various «brothers» by reputable people from Georgia who settled in the capital, earned a well-deserved image of a talented surgeon among clients – businessmen, artists, officials and, of course, their wives. He had seen a lot of women in his lifetime; not having the appearance of Alain Delon, Irakli, and over the years, Irakli Davidovich, attracted many ladies with his bright image, so different from the already tired husbands and lovers of the local spill: a burning brunette, sharp facial features and pitch-black, burning eyes. But the main thing that the weaker sex felt at first sight, at the subconscious level – financial success and intelligence. He conquered women’s hearts with his unshakable confidence, low voice, the pressure of a hungry male and gentle manner. The ladies were destined to drink all this cocktail with Irakli as their relationship developed. His youth was passing away, but over the years his scientific weight grew as a specialist who mentored young medical staff, sometimes as a qualified manager, sometimes as the owner of the company; he did not exclude friendly relations, but more often they grew into closer ones. In other words, women for Irakli Davidovich were not an end in themselves, and even more so an object of sporting interest, but a natural, harmonious part of his personal life. Having secured a decent financial well-being, Irakli did not become a fan of the «golden calf», moreover, his clinic conducted a course of charitable operations that provided him with unshakable authority not only in the medical community, but also in power circles. Curiously, he lived in the center of Moscow in a large apartment with a retired mother full of worries about her only son, whom she raised alone almost all her life and still hoped that someday her Irakli would marry and introduce her to his chosen one.

Mr. Dekanosidze was sitting in a comfortable chair behind an empty work desk, his strong muscular surgeon’s hands resting freely on the polished tabletop. To his left is a pedestal with a large monitor, a beautiful writing device, pieces of paper and a cool smartphone. The walls of the office are hung with certificates, diplomas, awards of the company and its owner – Elena Nikolaevna immediately appreciated it, sitting in the chair opposite after the traditional greetings and invitations of the owner to the conversation. Irakli Davidovich rarely received guests himself, usually the visitors were consulted by specialized surgeons who led the patients along a technological chain developed over the years: consultation, diagnosis, treatment regimen, preparation of surgery and its conduct, rehabilitation. The financial side was determined at the initial admission and was legally fixed by the contract for the provision of medical services. Beauty Plastic Clinic valued its reputation, all current issues were solved by the deputy director of the clinic, whom the business owner trusted unconditionally as a friend, a medical professional, and as a commercial director. It was more reasonable and effective to educate good specialists and decent people without interfering in details and without imposing your opinion – in this Irakli was scrupulous and principled. Freedom from routine allowed him to look into the future, go to foreign medical centers, study their technologies, equipment and experience, and, as a result, be successful. Therefore, today’s consultation was a rare event for him, figuratively speaking, a curtsy to a beautiful lady. He no longer even remembered who asked him for an audience – either from the Moscow government, or from the Department of the Ministry of Health. And what’s the difference?

Careful study of each other, politely concealed by the parties, began after the first phrases. The ease of movements and the pose of the visitor in the chair – a straight back, a high-raised head with a slight arrogance in the gaze of huge, almost transparent eyes – were immediately appreciated by the owner of the office and testified to confident manners and good athletic form. A white silk blouse of excellent cut (brand Brunello Cucinelli – we will add) was gently combined with the tone of the clothes, creating a harmonious appearance, indicating a well-developed sense of taste and financial well-being. A minimum of cosmetics, jewelry and pathos – this style pleased Irakli. He could not stand the empty chatter and show-offs of the wives of some Russian multimillionaires with «greedy, like hungry wolves, eyes,» as one respectable Swiss publication deigned to put it.

Elena Nikolaevna – that’s how she introduced herself to Irakli Davidovich. Her name and patronymic were expected to be combined with her natural Russian beauty, but were only an operational pseudonym. In fact, her name was different, she worked, or rather, served as an employee of a special unit, a consultant psychologist in a solid organization that does not advertise itself and reliably hides its goals and methods with a legend about the charitable assistance fund «Good Doctor» and its noble mission. A school gold medal, a presidential scholarship to a medical university and extraordinary ranks in the service testified to the extraordinary abilities and determination of this gifted young woman. Sometimes the deceptive image of a frivolous beauty, like a mask, was deliberately used by Elena Nikolaevna to solve tasks with representatives of the «stronger» sex, many of whom stood in a hunting stance for the seductive «game» in her face (and body, let’s be honest to the end). Successfully exploiting this image in communication with narrow-minded, narcissistic narcissists, she still did not fixate on its universality in relation to self-sufficient men. At first glance, from the first minutes of communication, she regarded the owner of the office as a worthy rival – well, the more valuable the victory will be. Elena Nikolaevna answered standard questions in a calm, melodious voice, not including a single gram of charm and admiration for a scientific luminary; Irakli Davidovich, in turn, leisurely conducted a professional conversation and did not exchange compliments, not wanting to shorten the distance.

– What brings you here? – The owner asked with a slight smile. – Have you got the wrong address?

There was a slight irony in his question, a test arrow launched into the very heart of a woman’s self-esteem. The answer puzzled him somewhat:

– I came exactly to the address where specialists do miracles, – Elena Nikolaevna said without false piety. Then she paused to say the main thing, and the unexpected. – Irakli Davidovich, my husband needs an operation.

Then reasonable questions followed: why didn’t he come himself, who he is, what he complains about and what he wants to achieve as a result of treatment – ideally, of course. Here, according to the scenario of negotiations, Elena Nikolaevna had to pause, sigh, as if thinking – should she reveal herself to the end? – and then continue quietly, as in confession, periodically casting a pleading glance at the interlocutor. So she played, and Irakli did not suspect insincerity in her words and the almost pleading look of those hypnotizing female eyes. It’s not that he swam under the influence of an involuntary and alluring charm, no, I just felt the request of a good person – how easily we are deceived, how easily!

The smartphone buzzer sounded, but Irakli Davidovich ignored it. A good sign, his interlocutor automatically stated. She moved a little closer to the table, bent down a little and confided:

– My husband, Vasily Petrovich, did not want this operation, but I had to insist (pause) to preserve our marriage. You, Irakli Davidovich, will probably be able to understand me. My husband is a solid businessman, financially secure, a deputy of the State Duma in the past, so material issues do not bother us at all, we are interested in the possibility of an urgent operation under your leadership, and preferably by you personally, within the next dates. Is it possible?

– I need the patient’s ideas on the types of operations: rhinoplasty, blepharoplasty, facelift. We need a photo of your husband, how old, to begin with, we need facts, specifics, – insisted Irakli, professionally accustomed to dictate conditions. The situation intuitively ceased to please him.

– We have previously consulted on medical aspects, all three types of operations will be required, there are no contraindications.

– Then, taking into account the urgency and VIP service – one million 920 thousand rubles. Are you ready to conclude an agreement now? – Irakli Davidovich was already pushing, who wanted to get rid of this assertive lady as soon as possible and merge her to the administrator for paperwork outside his office, compensating with an inflated amount for some intuitive dislike of the transaction.

– Great! I’m paying you right away, now … – the brown-haired woman opened her briefcase, pulled out six bank packages with five thousand rubles bills and carefully laid them out on the table in front of Irakli. – There are three million here, a million for confidentiality.

The case smelled of kerosene, as they say in Odessa.

– What kind of confidentiality? – Mr. Dekanosidze could not contain his indignation, raised his voice and looked piercingly at Elena Nikolaevna. He had not been humiliated so abominably for a long time. – Take YOUR money and bother to leave my office!

– Hush, Irakli Davidovich, they can hear us! – his interlocutor repelled the attack with a suddenly changed, commanding tone. Bewilderment and confusion appeared in the doctor’s eyes. After a short pause, she continued pumping:

– Here is my certificate, – Elena Nikolaevna showed the astonished Irakli a red book with her photo, seals and credentials. – I am a representative of a special service, and the operation – I mean not only the medical part of it, is carried out in the public interest. I repeat: in the interests of the state. You are a participant in it, as an extra-class specialist, as a citizen of the Russian Federation, and as part of the overall plan. We could operate in medical institutions of the Ministry of Defense or the Ministry of Internal Affairs, but, unfortunately, there are no specialists of your qualifications there either. We have analyzed everything, if events develop in the opposite direction, they will not follow this trail – it is too risky from the point of view of secrecy, but this is at first glance. Your history, your personal file (Irakli shuddered internally) – the questionnaire, friends, connections, business and lifestyle have been thoroughly studied, and, in our opinion, there can be no misfire on your part. Of course, this also applies to the patient. That’s why I’m here today… By the way, here are the photos you asked for: a photo of your husband and the ideal to strive for, the requirement is identity of at least 95 percent, since we are talking about numbers.

Elena Nikolaevna carefully laid out six photographs on the table with her thin fingers. The light scent of her expensive perfume could be regarded as a mild anesthesia, but it caused a backlash in Irakli, another attack of internal protest. Three photos of an unfamiliar man in his thirties – full face, profile on the left, profile on the right – nothing unusual, and from the point of view of the surgeon, complicated: blond, average face. And here are the others… When looking at them, Irakli Davidovich, who had seen the sights, had a loud, intermittent heart that went somewhere sideways. Alexey Navalny was depicted in the photo.

– That’s how it happens in life – you go, you go, everything is fine, bang!, and everything is derailed, and you are not there, – Irakli flashed through his brain, looking at the impenetrable face of this one… – he couldn’t even find the right definition right away, – this…

He didn’t see a way out, didn’t know what to do. And where did the soft feminine charm of the visitor sitting opposite him go? The mask is thrown off, the beautiful face has been transformed, a hard, piercing look. «With greedy, like wolves, eyes…» – a metaphor that is quite appropriate now surfaced from memory.

– Do you agree?

Arguments for and against. Well, he has connections with the Moscow government and the Ministry of Health, and Caucasian authorities – just whistle. But, as an intelligent and experienced person, he understood that everything that was happening to him now was an event of a completely different level, and hardly anyone from his entourage was able to really help.

– Well, and if you go to the Lubyanka, report blackmail, write a statement… – His thoughts were racing in search of a solution. – No, not really…

Irakli began to deflate. Meanwhile, his interlocutor professionally monitored his vasomotor reactions, the whitened skin of his haggard, suddenly aged face, which had lost its usual confidence and majesty. Now it’s time to bring the final arguments developed in the training and conduct a quick briefing, expressing sympathy for the victim:

– Dear Irakli Davidovich, I understand you, a difficult decision, exceptional in its importance… But surely it does not contradict your moral principles and professional ethics? You see, we are offering, even asking you to perform an operation that is familiar to a surgeon with your experience, and nothing more… Do you hear me?

There were no objections, so he agree, now is the time to cut off the way to retreat:

– Your verbal consent is enough for us. Do you agree?

The critical moment has come. In the recruitment scenario, there were two options: either consent after ten seconds, or (unlikely) pounces on Elena Nikolaevna with the desire to tear her into small pieces. Dekanosidze made it in ten seconds and squeezed out something like «yes». But the uncertainty did not suit his tormentor, and she demanded to confirm her word again, but more clearly and firmly, which was done. Irakli felt himself on the edge of a precipice, he no longer wanted anything: neither to hear her, nor to see her, nor to breathe, and even to live. He hated himself for his cowardice. Time has stopped, and let it continue to flow without me – these were the unspoken emotions of a morally shaken person. But professionals are professionals, and the next step was prepared for this case.

– We understand your condition and are trying to help you, but do not interfere with it yourself. For your safety and support, we will attach to you our employee, a young woman, a psychologist, by the way. She won’t disappoint you. Introduce her to Mom as your fiancee, stay with her overnight. She will accompany you and protect you from unnecessary accidents. Tomorrow you and she will come to the clinic, and we will bring the patient, Vasily Petrovich. And your new friend has a higher education and is also an interesting conversationalist. You can talk to her on any topic. My advice to you: relax, life is wonderful! Look at the world more optimistically! In my opinion, many men would envy you, – she said with a smile. The client matured, it took only forty, no, forty-two minutes. Now acquaintance:

– So, am I calling her?

– Yes – Irakli answered quietly. Elena Nikolaevna took her mobile phone out of her bag, contacted someone on the phone.

– You can envy someone, – Elena Nikolaevna predicted cynically. And out loud:

– Ask the administrator to let Tatiana come to us.

And now we need to take the final chords:

– Irakli Davidovich, pay a little more attention.

Elena Nikolaevna was watching him closely, and he met her gaze for a second – the gaze of a wounded animal deprived of freedom. She continued:

– It is necessary to withdraw all the videos of the office for today and give them to Tatiana. Of course, about everything – about the operation, about the patient and about Navalny, about my visit, about me, Tatiana, not a word to ANYONE. I repeat, no one. Not my mom, not my friends, not the police, not the FSB, not anyone. We sincerely don’t want you to get hurt. Do you understand me?

– Yes.

– What can be discussed: the usual things that happen in the prescribed manner in the clinic, including the treatment of Vasily Petrovich; by the way, sign a contract for two million and make this amount yourself. For everyone, he is an ordinary patient, there is no need to strain the staff too much – this may arouse suspicion. Behave naturally yourself, relax today, Tatiana will accompany you everywhere outside the office. Treat her like a bride – you have to get some kind of moral compensation! Your administrator saw me – send her on vacation for a couple of weeks from tomorrow, buy her a ticket to an exotic trip to the Dominicana, here is the business card of the travel agency. My husband visited there in March, he really liked it. By the way, is the receptionist your mistress? I mean, won’t this create obstacles for Tatiana?

– The former, … (pause), will not create, – it seems that Dekanosidze has become more accommodating.

There was a knock on the door, and on the threshold stood a young woman of about twenty-five, in a light summer dress and a frivolous straw hat with a ribbon matching the color of lipstick on her juicy lips.