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Chapter 5

For him, business was a general term, a religion almost, a guide to efficiently living your life. In his Living the Good Life 101 course, "Have good business savvy" would be bullet number one on his first presentation chart. The first sub-bullet would be "Know your competitors' weaknesses; exploit your own people's competence." Of course, a good business manager knows he cannot do everything, so he must delegate. And that's where the shit hits the fan. If the people I delegate to are incompetent, then all my planning is for nothing. Some close associates called him Volodya, although there weren't many that could claim to have that familiarity. Lethal accidents had befallen some who had thought they possessed it. Even the prostitutes he used to satisfy his enormous sexual appetite called him Mr. Kalinin, or the formal equivalent in the language of their country.

He not only looked down at the street but also at his partial reflection in the window. He had a Charles Bronson visage tempered by a Kirk Douglas chin and Sean Connery eyes (they were three old 20th century actors that he truly admired). His curly black hair now had the touch of gray around the ears common to many men his age.

He had to admit that at fifty-four he was slowing down. In a given night he would still take on two or three of Paris' finest "demoiselles de la nuit", although now he would often just do one and make the other two do each other, something that amused him to no end. It was all in the name of stress relief.

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