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Àííîòàöèÿ: When the corpse of a Russian is hauled from the oily waters of Havana Bay, Arkady Renko comes to Cuba to identify the body. Looking for the killer, he discovers a city of faded loneliness, unexpected danger, and bewildering contradictions. His investigation introduces him to a beautiful Cuban policewoman; to the rituals of Santeria; to an American fugitive and a group of ruthless mercenaries. In this place where all things Russian are despised, where Hemingway fished and the KGB flourished, where the hint of music is always in the air, Arkady finds a trail of deceit that reaches halfway around the world—and a reason to relish his own life again.

Àííîòàöèÿ: "Be absolutely still. Look over your left shoulder, between the two pretty birches." Arkady turned his head as slowly as possible and saw a row of yellow eyes behind the trees. The air grew heavy. Insects slowed in their spirals. Sweat ringed Arkady's neck and ran down his chest and spine. The next moment the deer bolted in an explosion of dust and flower heads, took the measure of the field in two bounds and crashed into the woods on the far side. Arkady looked back at the birches. The wolves had gone so silently that he thought he might have imagined them.

Àííîòàöèÿ: Senior Moscow investigator Arkady Renko never stops digging. His curiosity and relentless pursuit of justice get him into deep trouble in Stalin's Ghost, a complex and surreal novel by Martin Cruz Smith. Renko's boss, prosecutor Leonid Petrovich Zurin, hates him and would like to be rid of this thorn in his side once and for all. Arkady occasionally dreams of quitting the police force and joining a private security firm or, with his law degree from Moscow University, becoming an attorney. However, as long as he is still on the job, Renko does what he is paid to do--solve homicides.