Vladimir was parked about five kilometers away from the hotel examining the wound in the back portion of his upper right shoulder. It was really painful and bleeding pretty badly. He knew he needed to have it looked at, but it was obviously a bullet wound and any doctor he went to in Poland would report it to the police. He knew a doctor he could count on who, for a couple hundred US dollars, would treat the wound and never make a report. Unfortunately, this doctor was in Moscow. He’d have to pack and bandage the wound as best he could and get back to Moscow immediately. He just hoped he wouldn’t lose too much blood before he could get to the doctor. He drove back to the Hilton, went to his room, wrapped the small amount of ice he found in his mini bar inside a hand towel and pressed it to the wound. That should slow down the bleeding. After that he called the airline office and booked an early morning flight to Moscow. He could sleep for about three hours before he had to leave for the airport.
