The Dead Bank Diary

The Dead Bank Diary , #1

The rats living on the refuse of the bank backyard stay full at all times

This is not a robbery. A bank is taken with all its guts: accounts, debts, points of exchange, the staff to the last secretary, the building. This is beautiful and clean fraud.

I was out of work, while all around you could smell millions, even in the air outside. It was an unforgettable smell of public debt, oilfields, gold, bank guarantees, diamonds... I wanted to breathe in the air of easy cash Moscow, to revel and roll in this air. I could feel the smell of money in the wind on my face. This air was used to make up funds overnight, to make a fortune, to go rack and ruin and then grow rich again. It was going free across the wreckage of the sold out Soviet empire.

I was asked to help redeem the debts of a bank. The insider man at the bank held the post of Vice President.
A bit of danger and a bit of love.