"General, who else do you know that might testify against him? The more credible witnesses we have, the better."
"Vasily Artemov would do it. He always hated Volkov, though he hid from him." The general turned around and shrugged.
I sighed, "He's dead. He… fell out of a window eight months ago."
Lisek nodded, "I figured that would happen sooner or later." He smiled grimly, "I told him to stay away from windows. Too clumsy for his own good, that one. What about Assistant General Sokolov? Dead, yet?"
"No, he's actually here in the hotel. He refused to testify. Do you think you can convince him?"
Lisek shrugged again, then noticed the glass of vodka on the table where he left it. He took a couple of steps toward the table and picked it up. He held the glass up in front of his face and looked at the clear liquid through the glass. "Maybe," he said, and took a drink. "It depends on what leverage Volkov has on him. I'll give it a shot, if you want."
