The Siberian Tiger And The Death of Nikolai Kaganovich

Siberian Tiger in the Snow

The Tiger
William Blake

Tiger, Tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye.
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

Eric and Nikolai had tracked wild boar in Siberia. ... They'd seen a tiger in the distance, a glimpse, a sting of pure transcendence, outside all previous experience.  He described the moment to her, the precious sense of last life, a species in peril, and the vastness of the silence around them. They remained motionless, the two men, long after the animal had vanished. The sight of the tiger aflame in high snow made them feel bound to an unspoken code, a brotherhood of beauty and loss. (C 81)

He sat on the banquette this time, facing the visual displays and learned that the context was the death of Nikolai Kaganovich, a man of swaggering wealth and shady reputation, owner of Russia's largest media conglomerate, ....Eric takes out a bottle of blood orange vodka and pours two short glasses, neat, and they watch coverage of the event on several screens. The man lay facedown in the mud in front of his dacha outside Moscow, shot numerous times.......(C *!)

The reporter kept using the word dacha. ... Then she talked about the dacha. ... found dead  facedown outside his dacha. . They searched for security in the word, self-confidence. It was all they knew about the man and the crime, something Russian, that he was dead outside his dacha outside Moscow. (C 82)

Dacha, dead outside his dacha. Gotcha outside your dacha. Gotcha gotcha.