August 5th, morning.
Small city on the western edge of the New Siberia Federal District.
The Yukos Group staff dispatched a few days earlier, set out for the oil field headquarters after breakfast.
Since the city was small, they were staying at a slightly upscale hotel in the city center. A drive to the oil field headquarters on the outskirts of the city took barely ten minutes.
Upon arriving at the hotel headquarters, a nervous staff member asked, "Should we go in now? Or... should we wait for the Special Assistant to join us before we go in?"
He was still shaken from their last encounter.
The opposition's gang was fierce and brutal. They had been kicked out, having never witnessed such a spectacle... they were just white-collar workers from Moscow after all.
At his suggestion, the rest of the staff quickly agreed. After all, they were all there to earn money, no need to risk their lives.
