"So what? The Boss has already got a State Farm chief in there, a personnel director, a couple of busybody snoops from Internal Affairs ... He bottles up anybody he likes, and there’s no appeal, no recourse—the guy runs everything. He’s a top Party Moslem, man, the closest thing to Genghis Khan." Starlitz urged Khoklov up into the truck. "Think it over from their angle, ace. If you just vanish here, DRAAF will think you’ve been killed on duty. Hit by ack-ack, down somewhere in rough terrain. Nothing to tie you to the Boss, or Azerbaijan, or the black market."