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Dragon: Drop that Icon!
Draco checked himself, his forelegs clawing at empty space a few
inches above Mikhaila’s head.
“Make it fast and make it good,” he guttered. “Or else.”
“Certainly.” Now she spoke briskly, all business. “I’ve got to make
a deadline and you need to redecorate. It happens that I am
acquainted with an art dealer who is, shall we say, not very particular
about the source of his inventory. His clientele are gullible American
millionaires, eager to clean out the treasuries of Mother Russia. If I
act as your agent, the entire transaction can be conducted with your
anonymity preserved.”
“Transaction?”
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