Bortprovodnit͡sa : roman
(Book)

Bortprovodnit͡sa Kassandra Bouden ne prochʹ razvei͡atʹsi͡a mezhdu reĭsami, eĭ ne v novinku prosypatʹsi͡a v posteli s maloznakomym muzhchinoĭ. I vot opi͡atʹ utro iz tekh, chto vyzyvai͡ut styd i raskai͡anie: nomer-li͡uks, koshmarnoe pokhmelʹe, proval v pami͡ati i ocherednoĭ krasavchik ri͡adom. Tolʹko pochemu on sovsem ne dyshit? I pochemu prostyni zality krovʹi͡u iz ego rassechennogo gorla? Odinokai͡a zhenshchina v arabskoĭ strane, Kėssi ne osmelivaetsi͡a obratitʹsi͡a v polit͡sii͡u. Poėtomu eĭ prikhoditsi͡a otchai͡anno lgatʹ -- i po puti v aėroport vmeste s ėkipazhem laĭnera, i v polete do Parizha, obsluzhivai͡a salon pervogo klassa, i v Nʹi͡u-Ĭorke, gde ee vstrechai͡ut agenty FBR. I teperʹ edinstvennyĭ sposob vyputatʹsi͡a iz pautiny lzhi -- dokopatʹsi͡a do pravdy, uznatʹ, chto na samom dele proizoshlo v toĭ dubaĭskoĭ gostinit͡se...

Flight attendant Cassandra Bowden is not averse to unwinding between flights, she is not new to waking up in bed with a man she doesn't know well. And here again is one of those mornings that cause shame and remorse: a suite, a nightmarish hangover, a blackout and another handsome man nearby. Only, why isn't he breathing at all? And why are the sheets soaked with blood from his slashed throat? A lonely woman in an Arab country, Cassie doesn't dare go to the police. So she has to lie desperately - both on the way to the airport with the crew of the liner, and on the flight to Paris working in a first-class lounge and in New York, where she is met by FBI agents; and now the only way to get out of the web of lies is to get to the bottom of the truth, to find out what really happened in that Dubai hotel. --Machine translation.