Gender and Ukrainian Politics. the Making of Yuliia Tymoshenko

Once or twice during the ride, Ernesto would lean forward and speak to him sotto voce in Spanish. The garrulous printer would rattle on about sports or politics, making embarrassed small talk. Julio's replies and comments were spare and to the point. He seemed to tolerate Jack Dawson even less than did Garcia. It was almost midnight when the big black Cadillac pulled into a hangar at a far end of the air field. Three men were awaiting them, two in mechanics' jumpsuits, another in street clothes. Only the man in street clothes spoke in Spanish as she was whisked into a waiting Lear jet. Drugged and confused as she was, she noted the exterior design as one of Alexander Calder's whimsical abstracts, not unlike those he had done for Braniff Airlines. The interior was something out of a James Bond movie – more like a luxurious hotel room than a plane, with a bar, plush arm chairs that swiveled and – a small bedroom with its own bath containing a stall shower! Jill thought at that moment that seeing the plane was recompense enough for deciding to make the trip ...»