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7. This Is A Disaster
Seven This Is A Disaster 9:33 a.m. 26 December Hugh is once again jolted out of a deep sleep by the sound of his phone but this time his heart freezes when he sees the first: seven. The country code for Russia. “Hello?” he says, quickly propping himself up in bed. He smooths his pajama top and hair even though he knows the person on the other line can’t see him. “Hugh Edgeworth? It is Boris Rustanov calling.” “Hello, Mr. Rustanov! How are you today?” Hugh asks in his most calm and pleasant tone. “Very well, thank you. I hope you do not consider it impolite of me to call you on your private line.” “No, of course not. As I said during our last meeting, we are available to you at any time, day or night. Please feel free to call this number should anything ever come up.” “Well, somet
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