{NIKOLAI]
I returned to the office and threw Dasha's clothes on the sofa. Ignoring my brother's frown, I went to my chair and sat. I needed to get back to work.
My organization required a lot of moving money around. We dealt with many different countries and currencies, banks all over the globe. By the time the funds came back to me they were untraceable, which meant the police could go fuck themselves.
Originally, my father let me start the computer fraud scheme as a lark, a way to use the degree he hadn't wanted me to obtain. At university I met guys running low-level phishing scams and quickly saw how I could adapt it on a bigger scale. From there we expanded to hacking and data mining, too. The majority of my employees now worked in nice offices on fancy computers, instead of beating up junkies and shop owners for cash.
Vito cleared his throat. "You took her clothes."
"Yes."
