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The sun was setting. Bette sat at her desk in her home office staring at the boxes she had brought home a few weeks ago. She had kept the office and they had converted the spare room into one for Tina. Separate workspaces were working out much better she thought as she stood and walked over to the bookshelf that she had converted into a makeshift bar. She pulled out both her scotch and a glass. The depth of the smell and the hint of the flavors rose to her nose as she poured herself a drink. She swirled the auburn liquid as she took a few steps around her desk, leaning up against it while she took a slow sip. She stared once again at the boxes that had been stacked in two piles, one made up most of her office from work and the other the research for the lost painting. She still struggled with the notion that there actually may exist a lost painting from the Nazi era. Peggy’s story about the Russian really intrigued her to such a degree that she started sifting through European News trying to find something about the man. She learned a great deal about the wealthy entrepreneurs that were not well liked by the Russian public. It was said they were about as popular as a man idly burning millions outside an orphanage. These oligarchs were and still are well connected and thought to be the cause of much of the turmoil that plagued the Russians after the fall of the Soviet Union. Bette took another sip as she continued to sort through her thoughts about the oligarch who may have purchased the Kerschner. It was clear from the research and the little information from Peggy, that the Russian she spoke of probably had been purged by the Kremlin. If that is what happened to him, what happened to all his assists? She read that part of what made these individuals so unpopular was that they stashed billions of dollars in private Swiss bank accounts rather than invest in the Russian economy. If that was the case, the painting is probably in some storage compartment somewhere in Europe. Bette chuckled to herself as the thought of this amazing find boxed away gathering dust with other items purchased during buying sprees.