The Accidental Further Adventures of the Hundred-Year-Old Man

Russia

Gennady Aksakov put down the phone following the informal intelligence call from Stockholm. Or, rather, he slammed it down. And kicked the empty chair by his side.

‘What is it, Gena?’ asked President Putin, across from him.

‘Allan fucking Karlsson, that’s what.’

‘The hundred-and-one-year-old?’

‘Yes. That bastard killed the second Nazi too. Four million euros, down the drain.’

Putin said it wouldn’t bankrupt anyone, but what had happened?

The Nazi had challenged a great number of heavily armed police officers with the Danish anti-terror force and was immediately shot to bits.

Putin quietly wondered what this had to do with the hundred-and-one-year-old. Hadn’t the alarm been sounded because of a hearse full of explosives in Copenhagen?

‘The hearse wasn’t full of anything. It was just illegally parked.’

‘Illegally parked? By whom? No, hold on. Don’t say anything. I understand.’