Synopsis A wanted man with a new face. Still dazed from the last of the lingering effects of the anaesthetic, and the setting sun's revengeful rays took a last stab at his sensitive eyes. The operation had been planned long before he had been coerced to relinquish his power. Only, in his home-country, the effects from his maleficent reign, would be even more perplexing and deeply painful, and would linger tenaciously into a black future. Prologue "Take him out... He had stolen from us too..." Would be his last instruction. All almost like it had been part of his Will. We'd later discover. That indeed it was. We'd carry out what he was too weak to do himself. "Da!" His Russian accent was unmistakable. That two-lettered word for 'Yes', may have given little away for others. But tracing polite sophistication in a single word was easy with him. Even if your Russian had been as rusted as the odd grey machine, which bald tyres had crunched the thick duvet of fresh snow onto the invisible dark-grey gravel outside - and then given up the fight, and eventually stuttered to silence.