Anyway, Vladimir’s got the floor at the moment. He’s wearing a suit, for frag’s sake, and looks more like a European banker than a ganger. With his quiet, reasonable voice and perpetually calm, placid manner, you might even mistake him for a wuss. But good old Vladimir has more blood on his hands than anyone else sitting at that table—with the possible exception of Blake—and he’s always ready to add to his score of kills. But, of course, only if it makes good business sense.