“Fucking Gabriel Ice,” Grisha indignant, “is oligarch scum, thief, murderer.” “So far, nichego,” Misha cheerfully, “but he’s also working for U.S. secret police, which makes us sworn enemies forever—we have oath, older than vory, older than gulag, never help cops.” “Penalty for violation,” Misha adds, “is death. Not just what they’ll do to you. Death in spirit, you understand.”
