“Lev made a show of considering this for a moment before leaning forward. “I like it. Just one little question. Which colour paint should we use?” “Erm.” Fedor stared down at his hands. “Oh.” “So, your plan is one of us escapes, finds some paint, sneaks back in, paints a big message on the side of the building with the vague hope that the others might not only see it, but also understand the message?” He raised a finger. “And, with that knowledge, they’ll whisk us away from the evil assassin riding a magical unicorn to the land of rainbows and pixies?”