Alexi held onto the heavy liquor bottle in his hand.  This pink fellow seemed way, way too chipper for his tastes.  Still, he was saying something useful, so Alexi listened for a bit, then arched his eyebrow. "The Edge?  There is no hotel in Hamburg called this- in fact, it's not much of a hotel name.  It sounds like a cheap London discotheque, which would account for the hangovers, at least."<br/><br/>He took a deep breath as his brain tried to catch up a bit with the idea of meeting with a very dead man.  "Yazkov?  Vasily Yazkov?  That isn't possible, and you know it." He brought the bottle up, starting to close with the man in the very ugly coat.  He turned to explain to Ysabel- "Vasily Yazkov was.. the manager of State Plant 177 in Belarus.  He died in a hunting accident many years ago, this has been confirmed by many sources."