Miami, Florida, Wednesday…

"Well, first of all, all religions are bunk. Oh, yeah, some people get buoyed up by their beliefs in some intelligent super being. Or Nirvana. Or whatever. The problem with all religions is that they try to create a morality in human beings that just isn't there. We're just sophisticated social apes, looking out for number one. There is no morality beyond the simple realization that what is, is. Certainly no afterlife, no reincarnation. That's what I'm really interested in. I want immortality. I like my life." He pointed a finger between his eyes. "I've come to terms with this person in here. I know his needs."

"You're scary."

"So are you. Considering the circumstances, I'd say we both want the same thing. Years ago you may have been in every garage in America as a pin-up, Stephanie, but you've got a brain. Just think about it and you'll know I'm right."

"Well, I still think you're a fool. Setting up this scandal will cost you plenty when the FBI finds out that you were the mastermind behind it."

"On the contrary, it gives me good reason to kill myself."

"What? Are you crazy?"

"Like a fox. You see, it's time for Vladimir Kalinin to die. I'm tired of him anyway. A little plastic surgery and spare body parts when I need them will allow me to become my own successor in all my enterprises. Yes, very soon Vladimir Kalinin will be no more."