Melor Alkaev, sanctioned merchant of the Petrograd Merchant's Guild, is tending to a small garden behind his home when the three tax collectors are led to the garden by a red-suited guard. Alkaev's face is worn and old, but his blues eyes brimmed with energy and excitement as his muscular arms tears weeds at the root from his land. "Mr. Alkaev, here are the three PSPA agents you were expecting."
"Expecting?" Pavel asked.
Alkaev stands up, pops his back, removes his gloves, and drops them on the ground. "Don't get too worked up, son. Your office in Volkhov sent a messenger on horseback ahead to let me know I would be expecting you this afternoon. I am Meior Alkaev, as you of course already know. May we discuss matters in my parlor?"
Pavel answers in the affirmative and the merchant leads them inside a manor befitting a New Man, a man of new found wealth and political connections from here to the underground tunnels of Petrograd. The four men sat around a small, wooden table (new) in an open-air parlor, the fourth wall being only a halfwall, and the opening to the elements. Only the newest of New Men can afford glass.
"What can I do for you lads today?"
Pavel clears his throat and pulls out a folded piece of paper. "Several irregularities in this town's tax records have come up recently due the government's recent anti-corruption push. Your name has come up several times in these records and the attached documents."
"Am I being accused of wrongdoing?"
"Not at this time," Pavel answered quickly. An accusation of wrongdoing against a sanctioned merchant would end this parlay with a request of legal counsel, a right guaranteed to guild merchants. Alkaev probed. "Then what can I do for you?"
The conversation flowed like water in a poorly-dammed river. The water manages to flow, but the obstacles make the trip uncomfortable. Pavel and the two other tax collectors carefully danced around the crux of the matter in a bid to lure Alkaev out, but the merchant danced dangerously, and nearly lured the tax collectors into his own trap that would end with him demanding legal counsel. The Merchant, so confident and graceful in his dance, so sure of one spectacular flourish, failed to see the outline of a smirk on Pavel pop into reality for an instance. When the sun began to set, the triumphant merchant smiled, "It is getting quite late. Shall we continue this discussion tomorrow?"
Pavel grabs a partner's notebook, checks a few details, and nods. "That won't be necessary. From what you told us, you know little of any tax irregularities in this town, let alone have any connection yourself."
Alkaev smiles, "To be a service of the Republic and First Citizen is the highest honor."
"Indeed. We have enough here to make an arrest," Pavel said softly.
"Oh?"
Pavel checks the contents of all three notebooks one more time. Yes, all is in order. "Yes. From what I am seeing here, your brother, Viktor Alkaev, seems to actually be the center of any potential corruption in this town. According to our records we gathered earlier, your brother is no a member of any guild, and waived full citizenship on account of failing to pay the citizenship fee or perform the required service for the republic. As such, the courts will not look favorably on his actions as this town's head of the PSPA."
As a matter of fact, how he became the head of a local branch of the PSPA will be an interesting discussion in the courts. Isn't PSPA rank and file only drawn from the full citizenry? Hopefully nobody bribed somebody to get their brother a position in government. Especially as the Local Tax Man.
Melor flushed, "I will get him the best legal counsel the merchant's guild can afford."
"Of course! That is within your right, but as you of course know, since he is only part-citizen, we reserve the right to ask questions for a full two days before he is allowed legal counsel." Pavel packs up. "We will be in touch."