This is not a robbery. A bank is taken with all its guts: accounts, debts, points of exchange, the staff to the last secretary, the building. This is beautiful and clean fraud. I was out of work, while all around you could smell millions, even in the air outside. It was an unforgettable smell of public debt, oilfields, gold, bank guarantees, diamonds... I wanted to breathe in the air of easy cash Moscow, to revel and roll in this air. I could feel the smell of money in the wind on my face. This air was used to make up funds overnight, to make a fortune, to go rack and ruin and then grow rich...
This is not a robbery. A bank is taken with all its guts: accounts, debts, points of exchange, the staff to the last secretary, the building. This is ...
It was a bank robbery, however this time the gunmen came not for the cash but for the bank itself, and all that followed happened faster than a domino knockdown. The bank was bankrupted professionally. Bad debts of the Third World countries, Cuba, Zimbabwe, Morocco, and The Congo have been returned on the bank's balance sheet. Once, the bank sold the debts to itself, to an offshore company. Who did this? The banker finds out the bank in Amsterdam... and has taken it over completely. ABOUT THE SERIES These are stories about a man who is not alive anymore. He was a...
It was a bank robbery, however this time the gunmen came not for the cash but for the bank itself, and all that followed happened faster than a domino...
The bank facing bankruptcy fell out of the hands like a snowball rolling downhill, flattening everything under its weight. Behind every bankruptcy there are people who make it happen. But there are no influential people. Big figures are absent. It seems you stay face to face with the emptiness. This happens when the Central Bank is playing against you.
The bank facing bankruptcy fell out of the hands like a snowball rolling downhill, flattening everything under its weight. Behind every bankruptcy the...
Should there be three pieces of crap this is of the British Intelligence classic He was not worth a straw to Intelligence; he was a mere sleeper, just a small coin. One day he felt that, behind his back, there was someone else; a big shot of such high value that they could not afford to lose him. Who could that be - a recent defector? He had no idea. He could only sense a trace of him, barely there; just a nip. They were seeking to ward off the trail, and not just by drawing it aside. Now it appeared to lead straight to him. Every little thing pointed to him. The trace would...
Should there be three pieces of crap this is of the British Intelligence classic He was not worth a straw to Intelligence; he was a m...
The British Intelligence cannot compromise its integrity; it will adhere to its principles like in the old times of rock 'n roll. And it's damn good to see it working... but then, it's scary to see it work against you They seemed to be looking for a perfect witness for that legal action. One was a sleeper, another a dead sleeper, and the third was a dummy agent. While this man alone passed for all three, he was never summoned to court. ABOUT THE SLEEPER SERIRS What do the defectors really want? Why do these people betray their country and friends? Why are...
The British Intelligence cannot compromise its integrity; it will adhere to its principles like in the old times of rock 'n roll. And it's damn goo...
