Chapter 8 - The Russian DebtThe mention of Viktor Petrov cast a shadow over Elena’s victory. Petrov wasn't a corporate rival; he was a ruthless syndicate boss whose debt collection methods involved physical violence.
Elena walked to her desk, her mind racing. "How long until Petrov’s men make a move?"
"Our intel picked up chatter out of Brighton Beach," Victor answered. "They’re sending a clean-up crew. They don't know about the federal seizure; they think Julian still has the money."
Elena opened a file. It contained photos of three men stepping out of an SUV in Brooklyn, carrying tactical bags. "They think I’m an easy target. They think because I was the housewife standing next to Julian, I’m just a frightened widow."
"Shall I intercept them?" Victor asked, his hand near his concealed firearm.
"No," Elena said firmly. "Intercepting them creates a body count and draws police attention. We handle this with leverage."
"What do you have in mind?"
"Petrov cares about his money and his security," Elena said. "If we show him that Julian was the one skimming from his cartel money-laundering pipelines, Petrov won't send hitmen. He’ll send his own lawyers to tear Julian apart."
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Victor raised an eyebrow. "You have proof?"
Elena smiled—a razor-sharp expression. "Julian wasn't just stealing from investors, Victor. He was skimming from Petrov to pay for his secret apartments. I saved every receipt."
