Artemis Fowl [antikvár]

PROLOGUE Murmansk, Northern Russia; Two Years Before The two Russians huddled around a flaming barrel in a futile attempt to ward off the Arctic chill. The Gulf of Kola was not a place you wanted to be after September, especially not Murmansk. In Murmansk, even the polar bears wore scarves. Nowhere was colder, except perhaps Norilsk. The men were Mafiya enforcers, and were more used to spending their evenings inside stolen BMWs, The large gangster, Mikhael Vassikin, checked the fake Rolex beneath the sleeve of his fur coat. "This thing could freeze up," he said, checking the diving bezel. "What am I going to do with it then?" "Stop your complaining," said the one called Kamar. "It's your fault we're stuck outside in the first place." Vassikin paused. "Pardon me?" "Our orders were simple: Sink the Fowl Star. All you