Day 975
Zed is dead
A corpse in a car minus a head in the garage. That’s the scene in Pulp Fiction when Harvey Keitel as Winston Wolf fixes the bloody car problem.
About half way into a 3-hour Tell Gordeeva profile, practicing philosopher Volodymyr Pastukhov talks about his work for Russia’s Merck Sharp & Dohme during the 1990s, conjuring up Harvey.
There were no bodies to dispose of on my watch, which ended before Volodymyr’s began. We hired our own “cleaners” who, in some regions, doubled as enforcers. Komi comes to mind. Those were the salad days — the pre-payment-in-dollars phase — of our little op, which precluded batshit shenanigans that needed to be “fixed.” Those kerfuffles probably involved wholesalers or million-dollar esoteric cotton-for-drugs arrangments with clans in Uzbekistan, Kazakhstan and Turkmenistan inspired by MSD’s VPs attempting to inflate annual sales.