“I can’t give you an answer,” Minin sighed.
“What do I say to Eni and OMV?” Ivanov leaned in. “What do I say to the crews in Burgas?” He shrugged. “‘Mikhail’s mistress bit down a little too hard last night and, shame, it’s worth fuck-all now?’”
Minin looked down at his toes.
“I helped that bastard when no one else would.”