Who Needs a Dream? Who Needs Ambition?

"Oh, I can answer both questions," Molokov said easily, dropping Anatoly's hand for the moment. The man underneath him winced and he took a moment to bask in the sound. "He's hidden it somewhere, perhaps in that nightstand or under the mattress. All the better to avoid inconvenient questions, am I right, Tolya?"

He viciously dug his elbow in the small of Anatoly's back. "I wonder if he's ever mentioned all the women he's had to Lex? He certainly never bothered to tell his poor wife."