Fall of Oligarch Baranov

For two breathless seconds, Viktor Baranov lay on the wet granite ledge, staring up at the man who had spared his life. The sirens of Czech police boats wailed on the river outside, echoing down the ventilation flues. On the upper catwalk, Captain Novak of the National Counter-Terrorism Unit stepped into view, flanked by four tactical officers with assault rifles pointed down into the undercroft: "Viktor Baranov, you are under…