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erous measures, and they all drank.
"This is the best whisky in the world," Lev said in Russian. "It comes from a cold country, like Siberia, where the water in the mountain streams is pure melted snow. What a pity it is so expensive. "
Sotnik's face was expressionless. "How much?"
Lev was not going to let him reopen the bargaining. "The price you agreed to yesterday," he said. "Payable in gold rubles, nothing else. "
"How many bottles?"
"One hundred and forty-four. "
"Where are they?"
"Nearby. "
"You should be careful. There are thieves in the neighborhood. "
This might have been a warning or a threat: Lev guessed the ambiguity was intentional. "I know about thieves," he said. "I'm one of them. "
Sotnik looked at his two comrades, then, after a pause, he laughed. They laughed too.
Lev poured another round. "Don't worry," he said. "Your whisky is safe-behind the barrel of a gun. " That, too, was ambiguous. It might have been a reassurance or a warning.
"That's good," said Sotnik.
Lev drank his whisky, then looked at his watch. "A military police patrol is due in this neighborhood soon," he lied. "I have to go. "
"One more drink," said Sotnik.
Lev stood up. "Do you want the whisky?" He let his irritation show. "I can easily sell it to someone else. " This was true. You could always sell liquor.
"I'll take it. "
"Money on the table. "
Sotnik picked up a saddlebag from the floor and began counting out five-ruble pieces. The agreed price was sixty rubles a dozen. Sotnik slowly put the coins in piles of twelve until he had twelve stacks. Lev guessed he could not actually count up to 144.
When Sotnik had finished he looked at Lev. Lev nodded. Sotnik put the coins back in the saddlebag.
They went outside, Sotnik carrying the bag. Night had fallen, but there was a moon, and they could see clearly. Lev said to Sid in English: "Stay on the cart. Be alert. " In an illegal transaction, this was always the dangerous moment-the buyer's chance to grab the goods and keep the money. Lev was not taking any chances with Grigori's ticket money.
Lev pulled the cover off the cart, then moved three boxes of cocoa aside to reveal the Scotch. He took a case from the cart and put it on the ground at Sotnik's feet.
The other Cossack went to the cart and reached for another case.
"No," said Lev. He looked at Sotnik. "The bag. "
There was a long pause.
On the driving seat, Sid pulled back his coat to reveal his weapon.
Sotnik gave Lev the bag.
Lev looked inside, but decided not to count the money again. He would have seen if Sotnik had slyly extracted a few coins. He handed the bag to Sid, then helped the others unload the cart.
He shook hands all round and was about to get up on the cart when Sotnik stopped him. "Look," he said. He pointed at an opened box. "There's a bottle missing. "
That bottle was on the table in the tavern, and Sotnik knew it. Why was he trying to pick a quarrel at this stage? This was dangerous.
