Vladimir walked to Livingstone and stretched his hand before the young man. Stone got the message he was putting across. He wanted him to place the envelope in his open palm, and that was exactly what he did. Wrapping his fingers around the edge of the envelope, Vladimir inspected it and wended his way to the mini bar.
“Aren’t you going to open it?” Livingstone asked with a tone of indifference. Deep down within him, he hoped Vladimir wasn’t going to open it now so it could buy him some time to put his main plan into action. He did not want him to grow suspicious of him in case he found fault with the sketch. Rather, he wanted to garner sufficient answers out of him before he made up his mind to open the envelope.