Free Best Red Notice: How I Became Putin's No. 1 EnemyAuthor Bill Browder –

Red Notice Persona Non Grata November , Im A Numbers Guy, So Ill Start With Some Important Ones And ,,, Heres What They Mean Every Other Weekend I Traveled From Moscow, The City Where I Lived, To London, The City I Called Home I Had Made The Trip Times Over The Last Ten Years The Purpose Of This Trip Was To Visit My Son, David, Then Eight, Who Lived With My Ex Wife In Hampstead When We Divorced, I Made A Commitment To Visit Him Every Other Weekend No Matter What I Had Never Broken It There Were ,,, Reasons To Return To Moscow So Regularly This Was The Total Dollar Value Of Assets Under Management By My Firm, Hermitage Capital I Was The Founder And CEO, And Over The Previous Decade I Had Made Many People A Lot Of Money In , The Hermitage Fund Had Been Ranked As The Best Performing Emerging Markets Fund In The World We Had Generated Returns Of , Percent For Investors Who Had Been With Us Since We Launched The Fund In The Success Of My Business Was Far Beyond My Most Optimistic Aspirations Post Soviet Russia Had Seen Some Of The Most Spectacular Investment Opportunities In The History Of Financial Markets, And Working There Had Been As Adventurousand Occasionally, Dangerousas It Was Profitable It Was Never Boring I Had Made The Trip From London To Moscow So Many Times I Knew It Backward And Forward How Long It Took To Get Through Security At Heathrow How Long It Took To Board The Aeroflot Plane How Long It Took To Take Off And Fly East Into The Darkening Country That, By Mid November, Was Moving Fast Into Another Cold Winter The Flight Time Was Minutes This Was Enough To Skim The Financial Times, The Sunday Telegraph, Forbes, And The Wall Street Journal, Along With Any Important Emails And Documents As The Plane Climbed, I Opened My Briefcase To Get Out The Days Reading Along With The Files And Newspapers And Glossy Magazines Was A Small Leather Folder In This Folder Was , In Bills With It, I Would Have A Better Chance Of Being On That Proverbial Last Flight Out Of Moscowlike Those Who Had Narrowly Escaped Phnom Penh Or Saigon Before Their Countries Fell Into Chaos And Ruin But I Was Not Escaping From Moscow, I Was Returning To It I Was Returning To Work And, Therefore, I Wanted To Catch Up On The Weekends News One Forbes Article I Read Near The End Of The Flight Caught My Eye It Was About A Man Named Jude Shao, A Chinese American Who, Like Me, Had An MBA From Stanford He Had Been A Few Years Behind Me At Business School I Didnt Know Him, But Also Like Me, He Was A Successful Businessman In A Foreign Land In His Case, China Hed Gotten Into A Conflict With Some Corrupt Chinese Officials, And In April , Shao Was Arrested After Refusing To Pay A , Bribe To A Tax Collector In Shanghai Shao Was Eventually Convicted On Trumped Up Charges And Sentenced To Sixteen Years In Prison Some Stanford Alumni Had Organized A Lobbying Campaign To Get Him Out, But It Didnt Work As I Read, Shao Was Rotting Away In Some Nasty Chinese Prison The Article Gave Me The Chills China Was Ten Times Safer Than Russia When It Came To Doing Business For A Few Minutes, As The Plane Descended Through Ten Thousand Feet Over Moscows Sheremetyevo Airport, I Wondered If Perhaps I Was Being Stupid For Years, My Main Approach To Investing Had Been Shareholder Activism In Russia That Meant Challenging The Corruption Of The Oligarchs, The Twenty Some Odd Men Who Were Reported To Have Stolen Percent Of The Country After The Fall Of Communism And Who Became Billionaires Almost Overnight The Oligarchs Owned The Majority Of The Companies Trading On The Russian Stock Market And They Were Often Robbing Those Companies Blind For The Most Part, I Had Been Successful In My Battles With Them, And While This Strategy Made My Fund Successful, It Also Made Me A Lot Of Enemies As I Finished The Story About Shao, I Thought, Maybe I Should Cool It I Have A Lot To Live For Along With David, I Also Had A New Wife In London Elena Was Russian, Beautiful, Incredibly Smart, And Very Pregnant With Our First Child Maybe I Should Give It A Rest But Then The Wheels Touched Down And I Put The Magazines Away, Powered Up My BlackBerry, And Closed My Briefcase I Started Checking Emails My Focus Turned From Jude Shao And The Oligarchs To What I Had Missed While In The Air I Had To Get Through Customs, To My Car, And Back To My Apartment Sheremetyevo Airport Is A Strange Place The Terminal That I Was Most Familiar With, Sheremetyevo , Was Built For The Summer Olympics It Must Have Looked Impressive When It Opened, But By It Was Far Worse For The Wear It Smelled Of Sweat And Cheap Tobacco The Ceiling Was Decorated With Row Upon Row Of Metal Cylinders That Looked Like Rusty Cans Of Folgers Coffee There Was No Formal Line At Passport Control, So You Had To Take Your Place In A Mass Of People And Stay On Guard So That No One Jumped Ahead Of You And God Forbid You Checked A Bag Even After Your Passport Was Stamped Youd Have To Wait Another Hour To Claim Your Luggage After A Four Hour Plus Flight, It Was Not A Fun Way To Gain Entry Into Russia, Particularly If You Were Doing The Trip Every Other Weekend As I Was I Had Done It This Way Since , But Around A Friend Of Mine Told Me About The So Called VIP Service For A Small Fee It Saved About An Hour, Sometimes Two It Was By No Means Luxurious, But It Was Worth Every Penny I Went Directly From The Plane To The VIP Lounge The Walls And Ceiling Were Painted Pea Soup Green The Floor Was Tan Linoleum The Lounge Chairs, Upholstered With Reddish Brown Leather, Were Just Comfortable Enough The Attendants There Served Weak Coffee Or Overbrewed Tea While You Waited I Opted For The Tea With A Slice Of Lemon And Gave The Immigration Officer My Passport Within Seconds, I Was Engrossed In My BlackBerrys Email Dump I Barely Noticed When My Driver, Alexei, Who Was Authorized To Enter The Suite, Came In And Started Chatting With The Immigration Officer Alexei Was Forty One Like Me, But Unlike Me Was Six Feet Five Inches, Pounds, Blond, And Hard Featured He Was A Former Colonel With The Moscow Traffic Police And Didnt Speak A Word Of English He Was Always On Timeand Always Able To Talk His Way Out Of Minor Jams With Traffic Cops I Ignored Their Conversation, Answered Emails, And Drank My Lukewarm Tea After A While, An Announcement Came Over The Public Address System That The Baggage From My Flight Was Ready For Retrieval Thats When I Looked Up And Thought, Have I Been In Here For An Hour I Looked At My Watch I Had Been There For An Hour My Flight Landed Around Pm And Now It Was The Other Two Passengers From My Flight In The VIP Lounge Were Long Gone I Shot Alexei A Look He Gave Me One Back That Said, Let Me Check While He Spoke With The Agent, I Called Elena It Was Only Pm In London So I Knew She Would Be Home While We Talked, I Kept An Eye On Alexei And The Immigration Officer Their Conversation Quickly Turned Into An Argument Alexei Tapped The Desk As The Agent Glared At Him Somethings Wrong, I Told Elena I Stood And Approached The Desk,irritated Than Worried, And Asked What Was Going On As I Got Closer, I Realized Something Was Seriously Wrong I Put Elena On Speakerphone And She Translated For Me Languages Are Not My Thingeven After Ten Years, I Still Spoke Only Taxi Russian The Conversation Went Around And Around I Watched Like A Spectator At A Tennis Match, My Head Bouncing Back And Forth Elena Said At One Point, I Think Its A Visa Issue, But The Agent Isnt Saying Just Then Two Uniformed Immigration Officers Entered The Room One Pointed At My Phone And The Other At My Bags I Said To Elena, Therere Two Officers Here Telling Me To Hang Up And Go With Them Ill Call Back As Soon As I Can I Hung Up One Officer Picked Up My Bags The Other Collected My Immigration Papers Before I Left With Them, I Looked To Alexei His Shoulders And Eyes Drooped, His Mouth Slightly Agape He Was At A Loss He Knew That When Things Go Bad In Russia, They Usually Go Bad In A Big Way I Went With The Officers And We Snaked Through The Back Hallways Of Sheremetyevo Toward The Larger, Regular Immigration Hall I Asked Them Questions In My Bad Russian, But They Said Nothing As They Escorted Me To A General Detention Room The Lights There Were Harsh The Molded Plastic Chairs Were Bolted To The Ground In Rows The Beige Paint On The Walls Peeled Here And There A Few Other Angry Looking Detainees Lolled Around None Talked All Smoked The Officers Left Sealed Off Behind A Counter And Glass Partition On The Far Side Of The Room Was A Collection Of Uniformed Agents I Chose A Seat Near Them And Tried To Make Sense Of What Was Happening For Some Reason I Was Allowed To Keep All My Things, Including My Mobile Phone, Which Had A Workable Signal I Took This As A Good Sign I Tried To Settle In, But As I Did, The Story Of Jude Shao Reregistered In My Mind I Checked My Watch Pm I Called Elena Back She Wasnt Worried She Told Me She Was Preparing A Briefing Fax For The British Embassy Officials In Moscow And Would Fax It To Them As Soon As It Was Ready I Called Ariel, An Israeli Ex Mossad Agent Who Worked As My Companys Security Adviser In Moscow He Was Widely Considered To Be One Of The Best In The Country, And I Was Confident That He Could Sort Out This Problem Ariel Was Surprised To Hear What Was Happening He Said Hed Make Some Calls And Get Back To Me At Around I Called The British Embassy And Spoke To A Man Named Chris Bowers, In The Consular Section He Had Received The Fax From Elena And Already Knew My Situation, Or At Least Knew As Much As I Did He Double Checked All My Informationdate Of Birth, Passport Number, Date My Visa Was Issued, Everything He Said Because It Was Sunday Night, He Probably Wouldnt Be Able To Do Much, But He Would Try Before Hanging Up, He Asked, Mr Browder, Have They Given You Anything To Eat Or Drink No, I Answered He Made A Little Humming Noise, And I Thanked Him Before Saying Good Bye I Tried To Make Myself Comfortable On The Plastic Chair But Couldnt Time Crawled By I Got Up I Paced Through A Curtain Wall Of Cigarette Smoke I Tried Not To Look At The Vacant Stares Of The Other Men Who Were Also Being Detained I Checked My Email I Called Ariel, But He Didnt Answer I Walked To The Glass And Started Talking To The Officers In My Poor Russian They Ignored Me I Was Nobody To Them Worse, I Was Already A Prisoner It Bears Mentioning That In Russia There Is No Respect For The Individual And His Or Her Rights People Can Be Sacrificed For The Needs Of The State, Used As Shields, Trading Chips, Or Even Simple Fodder If Necessary, Anyone Can Disappear A Famous Expression Of Stalins Drives Right To The Point If There Is No Man, There Is No Problem Thats When Jude Shao From The Forbes Article Wedged Back Into My Consciousness Should I Have Beencautious In The Past Id Gotten So Used To Fighting Oligarchs And Corrupt Russian Officials That I Had Become Inured To The Possibility That, If Someone Wanted It Badly Enough, I Could Disappear Too I Shook My Head, Forcing Jude Out Of My Mind I Went Back To The Guards To Try To Get Somethinganythingout Of Them, But It Was Useless I Went Back To My Seat I Called Ariel Again This Time, He Answered Whats Going On, Ariel Ive Spoken To Several People, And None Of Them Are Talking What Do You Mean None Of Them Are Talking I Mean None Of Them Are Talking Im Sorry, Bill, But I Needtime Its Sunday Night No Ones Available Okay Let Me Know As Soon As You Hear Anything I Will We Hung Up I Called The Embassy Again They Hadnt Made Any Progress Either They Were Getting Stonewalled Or I Wasnt In The System Yet Or Both Before Hanging Up, The Consul Asked Again, Have They Given You Anything To Eat Or Something To Drink No, I Repeated It Seemed Like Such A Meaningless Question, But Chris Bowers Clearly Thought Otherwise He Must Have Had Experience With This Type Of Situation Before, And It Struck Me As A Very Russian Tactic Not To Offer Either Food Or Water The Room Filled Withdetainees As The Clock Passed Midnight All Were Men, All Looked As If They Had Come From Former Soviet Republics Georgians, Azerbaijanis, Kazakhs, Armenians Their Luggage, If They Even Had Any, Was Simple Duffel Bags Or Strange, Oversize Nylon Shopping Bags That Were All Taped Up Each Man Smoked Incessantly Some Spoke In Low Whispers None Showed Any Kind Of Emotion Or Concern They Made As Much Effort To Notice Me As The Guards Did, Even Though I Was Clearly A Fish Out Of Water Nervous, Blue Blazer, BlackBerry, Black Rolling Suitcase I Called Elena Again Anything On Your End She Sighed No And Yours Nothing She Must Have Heard The Concern In My Voice Itll Be Fine, Bill If This Really Is Just A Visa Issue, Youll Be Back Here Tomorrow Im Sure Of It Her Calmness Helped I Know I Looked At My Watch It Was Pm In England Go To Sleep, Honey You And The Baby Need The Rest Okay Ill Call You Straightaway If I Get Any Information Me Too Good Night Good Night I Love You, I Added, But Shed Already Hung Up A Flicker Of Doubt Crossed My Mind What If This Wasnt Simply A Visa Issue Would I Ever See Elena Again Would I Ever Meet Our Unborn Child Would I Ever See My Son, David As I Fought These Dire Feelings, I Tried To Arrange Myself Across The Hard Chairs, Using My Jacket As A Pillow, But The Chairs Were Made For Preventing Sleep Not To Mention I Was Surrounded By A Bunch Of Menacing Looking People How Was I Going To Drift Off Around These Characters I Wasnt I Sat Up And Started Typing On My BlackBerry, Making Lists Of People I Had Met Over The Years In Russia, Britain, And America Who Might Be Able To Help Me Politicians, Businesspeople, Reporters Chris Bowers Called One Last Time Before His Shift Ended At The Embassy He Assured Me That The Person Taking Over For Him Would Be Fully Briefed He Still Wanted To Know Whether I Had Been Offered Food Or Water I Hadnt He Apologized, Even Though There Was Nothing He Could Do He Was Clearly Keeping A Record Of Mistreatment Should The Need For One Ever Arise After We Hung Up, I Thought, Shit By Then It Was Two Or Three In The Morning I Turned Off My BlackBerry To Conserve Its Battery And Tried Again To Sleep I Threw A Shirt From My Bag Over My Eyes I Dry Swallowed Two Advil For A Headache That Had Started I Tried To Forget About It All I Tried To Convince Myself That Id Be Leaving Tomorrow This Was Just A Problem With My Visa One Way Or Another, Id Be Leaving Russia After A While, I Drifted Off I Woke At Around Am When There Was A Crush Of New Detainees More Of The Same No One Like Me More Cigarettes,whispering The Smell Of Sweat Increased By Several Orders Of Magnitude My Mouth Tasted Foul, And For The First Time I Realized How Thirsty I Was Chris Bowers Had Been Right To Ask If Theyd Offered Me Anything To Eat Or Drink We Had Access To A Rank Toilet, But These Bastards Should Have Given Us Food And Water All The Same, Id Awakened Feeling Positive That This Was Just A Bureaucratic Misunderstanding I Called Ariel He Still Hadnt Been Able To Figure Out What Was Going On, But He Did Say That The Next Flight To London Left At Am I Had Only Two Alternatives I Would Either Be Arrested Or Deported, So I Tried To Convince Myself Id Be On That Flight I Busied Myself As Best I Could I Answered Some Emails As If It Were A Normal Workday I Checked With The Embassy The New Consul On Duty Assured Me That Once Things Started Opening For The Day, Theyd Take Care Of Me I Got My Stuff Together And Tried Onceto Talk To The Guards I Asked Them For My Passport, But They Continued To Ignore Me It Was As If That Were Their Only Job To Sit Behind The Glass And Ignore All The Detainees I Paced I Grewandnervous I Wanted To Call Elena, But It Was Too Early In London I Called Ariel And He Still Had Nothing For Me I Stopped Calling People By Am I Was Banging On The Glass, And The Officers Still Ignored Me With The Utmost Professionalism Elena Called This Time She Couldnt Soothe Me She Promised Wed Figure Out My Situation, But I Was Beginning To Feel That It Didnt Matter Jude Shao Was Looming Large In My Mind Now I Really Began To Panic How Could I Have Been So Stupid Why Would An Average Guy From The South Side Of Chicago Think He Could Get Away With Taking Down One Russian Oligarch After Another Stupid, Stupid, Stupid ARROGANT AND STUPID, BILL ARROGANT AND JUST PLAIN STUPID Im Going To A Russian Prison Im Going To A Russian Prison Im Going To A Russian Prison Two Jackbooted Officers Stormed Into The Room And Made A Beeline For Me They Grabbed My Arms And Gathered My Stuff And Pulled Me From The Detention Room They Took Me Out, Through The Halls, Up A Flight Of Stairs This Was It I Was Going To Be Thrown Into A Paddy Wagon And Taken Away But Then They Kicked Open A Door And We Were In The Departures Terminal And Moving Fast My Heart Lifted As We Passed Gates And Gawking Passengers Then We Were At The Gate For The London Flight, And I Was Being Ushered Down The Jetway And Onto The Plane And Hustled Through Business Class And Deposited In A Middle Seat In Coach The Officers Didnt Say A Word They Put My Bag In The Overhead Compartment They Didnt Give Me My Passport They Left People On The Plane Tried Hard Not To Stare, But How Could They Not I Ignored Them I Was Not Going To A Russian Prison I Texted Elena That I Was On My Way Home And That I Would See Her Soon Enough I Texted Her That I Loved Her We Took Off As The Wheels Thumped Into The Fuselage, I Experienced The Biggest Sense Of Relief I Have Ever Felt In My Life Making And Losing Money By The Hundreds Of Millions Of Dollars Didnt Compare We Reached Cruising Altitude And The Meal Service Came Around I Hadnt Eaten Forthan Twenty Four Hours Lunch That Day Was Some Kind Of Awful Beef Stroganoff, But It Was The Best Thing I Had Ever Eaten I Took Three Extra Rolls I Drank Four Bottles Of Water And Then I Passed Out I Didnt Wake Until The Plane Hit The Runway In England As We Taxied, I Made A Mental Catalog Of All The Things I Was Going To Have To Deal With First And Foremost Was Working My Way Through British Customs Without A Passport But That Would Be Easy Enough England Was My Home And, Ever Since I Had Taken British Citizenship In , My Adopted Country The Bigger Picture Had To Do With Russia How Was I Going To Get Out Of This Mess Who Was Responsible For It Whom Could I Call In Russia Whom In The West The Plane Stopped, The Public Address System Chimed, And The Seat Belts All Came Off When It Was My Turn, I Walked Down The Aisle To The Exit I Was Totally Preoccupied I Got Closer To The Exit And Didnt Notice The Pilot At The Front Watching The Passengers Deplane When I Reached Him, He Interrupted My Thoughts By Holding Out A Hand I Looked At It In It Was My British Passport I Took It Without Saying A Word Customs Took Five Minutes I Got In A Cab And Went To My Apartment In London When I Arrived, I Gave Elena A Long Hug Id Never Felt So Thankful For The Embrace Of Another Person I Told Her How Much I Loved Her She Gave Me A Big, Doe Eyed Smile We Spoke About My Predicament As We Made Our Way, Hand In Hand, To Our Shared Home Office We Sat At Our Desks We Turned On The Computers And Picked Up The Phones And Got To Work I Had To Figure Out How I Was Going To Return To RussiaHard To Put DownRed Notice Is Part John Grisham Like Thriller, Part Business And Political Memoir Andrew Ross Sorkin New York Times Reads Like A Classic Thriller, With An Everyman Hero Alone And In Danger In A Hostile Foreign Citybut Its All True Lee Child, Bestselling Author Of The Jack Reacher Series The First Half Of Red Notice Traces Browders Improbable Journey From Prep School Washout Through College, Business School, And A Series Of Consulting And Wall Street Jobs Before Becoming Russias Largest Foreign InvestorThis Book Within A Book Does For Investing In Russia And The Former Soviet Union What Liars Poker Did For Our Understanding Of Salomon Brothers, Wall Street, And The Mortgage Backed Securities Business In The S Browders Business Saga Meshes Well With The Story Of Corruption And Murder In Vladimir Putins Russia, Making Red Notice An Early Candidate For Any List Of The Years Best Books Norman Pearlstine Fortune The Story Of Sergei Magnitsky S Life And Death Is A Shocking True Life Thriller, And Bill Browder Was The Man To Write It Tom Stoppard In Red Notice, Bill Browder Tells The Harrowing And Inspiring Story Of How His Fight For Justice In Russia Made Him An Unlikely International Human Rights Leader And Vladimir Putin S Number One Enemy It Is The Book For Anyone Interested In Understanding The Culture Of Corruption And Impunity In Putin S Russia Today, And Browders Heroic Example Of How To Fight Back Senator John McCain This Book Reads Like A Thriller, But It S A True, Important, And Inspiring Real Story Bill Browder Is An Amazing Moral Crusader, And His Book Is A Must Read For Anyone Who Seeks To Understand Russia, Putin, Or The Challenges Of Doing Business In The World Today Walter Isaacson, Author Of Steve Jobs And 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