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Chapter 5

Vladimir Kalinin could swear fluently in ten languages. His choice of language often seemed to be random, which puzzled him, since he prided himself on his orderly mind. He hadn't become successful by being unfocused. Thus the stream of German expletives coming out of his mouth, his reaction to the call he had just received, surprised him, since he was in Paris.

He snapped shut the cell phone and stared down at the Rue de Rivoli, the main thoroughfare that ran alongside the Champs d'Elysees. At this time of the year most of the would-be summer tourists from the U. S. were only beginning to anticipate their adventures into the renowned and revered French culture, yet the tour buses were still snarling the traffic. His nose wrinkled at the thought of the uneducated swarms that would be coming to this beautiful city. His opinion was that most didn't deserve to be close to all this wonderful culture. Of course, the French people, especially the Parisians, don't deserve it either. During the Roman Empire, Paris was not much more than a dunghill. And Napoleon was just a fat little fascist with a little man's inferiority complex! Put him beside DeGaulle and you have Laurel and Hardy, a comic fascist duo. What a farce! He smiled, humored by the fact that he was thinking badly of the French, in German. It took a little of his anger about the call away. He shook his head, clearing out the German, and started to think in English. Although it wasn't his native language, it was more practical than any other for clear business-oriented thinking. Life was all about business and English was its language, no matter what the French or the Germans said.

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