'The city ... hard, cold and grey. Aleksei longed for sun, for light, but no.'
There's this Russian bloke called Alexsei Klebnikov who's been off in a labour camp and now he's out he's having a bit of a shit time with the freedom cos it turns out his wife has been a bit vagina-y all over someone he doesn't like very much.
His annoyance causes him to accept an assassination contract, as you do.
This book confused me quite a lot. I'm still very confused as I type this. I don't know enough about Russia and the shit that's gone down in Russia to comment on the shit that is going on in the book, and strictly from a pleasure point of view it was all a bit strange. Properly fucked up stuff going on all the time, very gritty, and borderline 'is it okay to be reading shit like this'. Do you know what I mean? Please say yes because my poor, beautiful head is a bit fucked.
I didn't enjoy it. Apart from the heavy going mad-awful shit that was going on, I'm just not into Russia and I didn't find the writing itself especially engaging. It felt a bit clunky and weird - the characters voices for example didn't flow or feel natural, and was pretty difficult to read. Sitting down with it felt like a struggle rather than an enjoyment and to be honest I was glad to get to the end of it. This could just be that I'm completely the wrong audience, although I did think it'd be one that I'd enjoy.
It was all a bit tortured hero, this-guy's-on-the-edge for me. Bit cliche.
Recommended if you like betrayal, assassins and Russians.