***

The next two days seemed like an eternity to Eve. The Bali holidays were coming to an end, and she was already dreaming of getting home as soon as possible, away from this sinful paradise resort. Nothing pleased - no shopping, no spa, no new trinkets.

Today was another boring day ahead: he and a group of Omarov's old fart friends got out to play golf, which meant sitting under the scorching sun for three good hours and pretending that you were wildly upset that your wrinkled Scrooge misses the hole.

Pulling her wide-brimmed hat over her eyes, Eve leaned back wearily in the sun lounger. Passia Poletaeva was...