The author of 11 Harrowhouse and Stone 538 mixes raw capitalist corruption and sophisticated Russian passion--in a romantic thriller about the bushels of diamonds that flow from a mine in Siberia. Upheavals in Africa have choked off the supply of gems from that part of the world, leaving the diamond monopolists of London totally dependent on a secret deal with cash-hungry pragmatists in the Soviet Union. The diamond syndicate agrees to buy Russian ice for top dollar as long as the Soviets sell their product to the syndicate exclusively--and also go along with the little fiction that the rocks are the good old African product the western world craves. It's an arrangement suited to all but the most hard-line Leninists, bringing in bales of good, hard western currency. Handsome, young Soviet marketing-specialist Nikolai Borodin has profited nicely but legitimately from this secret business. It's brought him to London and to a smashingly intense affair with ravishing Vivian Holbert, a superconductor of cash and a world-class sensualist. But Nikolai's luscious life is disrupted by an outraged cry from the syndicate's Mr. Churcher, who has discovered that the Soviet diamond pipeline is leaking perfect, one-carat gems by the thousands. Nikolai's efforts to locate and plug the leak take him back to Moscow and Leningrad--and to the discovery that some of his closest and most powerful friends have wandered from Marxism in the worst way. Then, while snooping around, Nikolai tracks down and sidetracks an enormous shipment of contraband sparklers worth more than his sweetie (who just ran through Nikolai's FabergÃ‰ collection) could spend and/or gamble away in a lifetime. What to do? Lots of rich, erotic, grown-up fun.