A rent boy who had been blackmailing Benjamin by threatening to tell Benjamin’s traditional, conservative father about their liaisons. Of course, Benjamin vehemently denied that that was his motive. The rent boy was lying, he claimed. Winston and I humoured him out of fear but it wouldn’t have taken Paul Ekman to tell the only person telling lies was Benjamin.
At any rate, Benjamin’s orders were slightly more complex this time. We were to kidnap the rent boy and bring him back to the room where Benjamin was staying, leave him for an hour and ten minutes (the extra ten minutes presumably being for a post-coital cigarette), then return, collect the rent boy and drown him in the Volga.
And that’s what happened. It was, in many ways, a flawless execution.