Yesterday night an explosion was noticed outside Danzig, Poland.

The power of the explosion caused massive damage on the bottom and almost caused a ship to sink. The ship, owned by prime-minister Helmut Kohl, who also was on board, was situated just a few miles away. The explosion caused huge wave which sank a small fisher-boat. The crew was saved.

However, four dead bodies were found on the shore. First the police thought they were innocent people who had been surprised by the enormous wave and had no time to seek shelter. But, after closer examination, it was discovered that the yet un-identified men had been shot. The Polish police have refused to comment this, they only tell "Pravda" that they believe there is a connection between the explosion and the homicide.

Why the prime-minister was there no one seems to know, but a witness tells "Pravda" that there were a lot of strange things happening that day.

First, the ship, named Ariadne, took on board ten passengers who acted strangely, there were about 50 guards around Ariadne.

Five men were at a beach where they had a good view over the bay, also they acting very strange.

Approximately ten minutes before the explosion, shooting was heard.

A small boat was stolen, it was later found a good 50 miles out.

So, what is all this? I have the feeling that something is covered, we are not allowed to know the truth. What is the truth? Will we ever know, I don’t know, but I hope that the government will take it’s head out of the sand and start talking.

Nick knew he had found what he was looking for. He tried to find an article written later by Vladimir Berezovskij, but in vain. There were nothing more.

He decided to try to call him, he seemed to be a suspicious person, and he might have found something else.

He found the phone-number and dialled it. It was to the news-paper, but he figured they would have the phone-number to Berezovskij. After a couple of minutes, he was finally able to get through.

"Stdastvoijtche "

"Uhm, hello. I was wondering if you are able to help me get a number to one of the journalists who have been, or is working with you"

"Yes. But I will re-route you to one of my companions"

"Thanks" Nick said and tried to keep himself from biting his nails because of his impatience. A couple of clicks were heard, and finally someone spoke.

"Olga Stojanovskij"

"Hello, my name is Gene Richardson. I am trying to reach a journalist who worked with you about two years ago. His name is Vladimir Berezovskij" Nick said and waited for an answer. He heard her typing on a computer.

"Yes, gaspadjino Berezovskij worked here, but he quit late July –98"

"Oh, ok, do you still have his phone-number?"

"Yes, it’s 764-9870-938"

"Thank you for your help, I really appreciate it" Nick said and was about to hang up when Olga spoke again.

"I don’t know if it’s such a good idea if you call him"

"Why not?" he asked. Olga lowered her voice before she answered.

"He messed with wrong people. He will not work again"

"What are you talking about?"

"Already I said much, gaspadjino Richardson. Please not call again"

"Oh, ok. Well, thank you anyway. Goodbye"

"Das Vidanja"

Nick hung up and looked at the phone-number he had scribbled on a paper.

The girl had sound afraid. In the beginning of the conversation had her English been good, but in the end, when she sounded afraid, it had been pretty bad.

He decided to call Berezovskij at once. He dialled the long number and prepared himself to hear some more bad English. But he was wrong.