PASS THE MONEY
Dusk was gathering outside the window. Semi-darkness enveloped the room. “We are good hosts,” Putin suddenly realized. “According to Russian custom, guests must first be fed.” Vladimir Vladimirovich stood up, lit a candle, and placed a teapot,
finely chopped sugar, canned food, and bread on the table.
Only now did I remember that I had not come here as a guest, but on important business, and handed Putin a slightly crumpled brown envelope. “This is for you from Kozhu Getovich.” … “So Serezha has gone to China again,” said Vladimir Vladimirovich after reading the letter and transferring a huge stack of money from the envelope to his pants pocket. Trump pretended not to have seen this and widely grinned.