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Agent Smith Drops into the Kremlin
This is the fourth book in the Aventures of Sam Smith series. As with all the other adventures, this one can be read as a standalone. Below is an extract:-
Igor was confused. One moment he was carrying out the routine observation of a British civil servant, something his embassy always did on new visitors to Number 10 Downing Street, the next moment, he, minus his trousers, was being hustled into a British police van. Now, clothed only in a boiler-suit, the Russian sat, waiting to discover his fate in some kind of underground prison smelling strongly of the two occupants in the adjacent cells. No one had uttered a word to him since his arrest other than ordering him to put on this garish outfit. All his questions were met with a stony silence as were his pleas for diplomatic immunity.
Looking round, he noticed he was in the smallest of the three cells. From the uncomfortable stool in the centre of his enclosure, he could almost touch the bars separating him from the other inmates housed on either side. However, touching the bars might not be such a good idea, and he thrust his hands deep into his pockets. The shape to the left got up from the straw lining the floor and sniffed at him through the bars. He had never been this close to a Bengal tiger before, and it was not a pleasant experience. On the other side, the polar bear padded restlessly back and forth; happily, the beast showed no interest in his new neighbour.
Without his watch or phone, he had lost track of time and estimated that he had been detained for about two hours. A drink was the least his hosts should provide, but he had been offered nothing. His companions, on the other hand, each had a bucket of water.
Typical of the British, he thought, caring more for animals than for people.
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Igor was confused. One moment he was carrying out the routine observation of a British civil servant, something his embassy always did on new visitors to Number 10 Downing Street, the next moment, he, minus his trousers, was being hustled into a British police van. Now, clothed only in a boiler-suit, the Russian sat, waiting to discover his fate in some kind of underground prison smelling strongly of the two occupants in the adjacent cells. No one had uttered a word to him since his arrest other than ordering him to put on this garish outfit. All his questions were met with a stony silence as were his pleas for diplomatic immunity.
Looking round, he noticed he was in the smallest of the three cells. From the uncomfortable stool in the centre of his enclosure, he could almost touch the bars separating him from the other inmates housed on either side. However, touching the bars might not be such a good idea, and he thrust his hands deep into his pockets. The shape to the left got up from the straw lining the floor and sniffed at him through the bars. He had never been this close to a Bengal tiger before, and it was not a pleasant experience. On the other side, the polar bear padded restlessly back and forth; happily, the beast showed no interest in his new neighbour.
Without his watch or phone, he had lost track of time and estimated that he had been detained for about two hours. A drink was the least his hosts should provide, but he had been offered nothing. His companions, on the other hand, each had a bucket of water.
Typical of the British, he thought, caring more for animals than for people.
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