Potentially an interesting and exciting setting for a novel: post communist, gangster-mafia ruled Russia.
Having just finished a long biography of Lenin I thought this would tie in nicely and zip the story of Russia up to date. Unfortunately the funniest moments were when the protagonist is sitting in his car (strangely called a VW-Porsche) on the M25 and gets involved in road rage attack. Too much seems to be set in the UK.
I understand that this is re-written from an original novel which was turned into a screen play; after tightening and streamlining the story to fit the movie, the author decided to re-write the novel.
Some of the vignettes in the story made me laugh out loud and I was enjoying the read until just about three quarter way through when the screw began to tighten. Suddenly the story came to a natural conclusion, but the words carried on for about 20 more pages. The scene I beleived I had been led towards never came. Then I realised that it was coming but only after all the other elements of the story, all the loose ends and bits of fluff were to be roped in. Too evidently, the writer tried to force all the elements of the story into a slick synchronicity, which you can imagine will work in a film, but in the novel it just drags on and on.
It has some good observations about the 30-something protagonist's inception into middle age incorporating his relationship with his girlfriend. The view from inside his drunken business-man's head is funny: He finds himself at a business dinner, equally enamoured with his girlfriend of many years and the Russian interpreter whom he met minutes before, and while simultaneuously waiting to be scolded by the girlfriend, enticed into doing something reprehensible with the interpreter and assaulted by his Russian Host, he attempts to pull off the deal, blind drunk.
For the first three quarters it's worth the effort. Borrow it from the library.