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Authors: Tim Tigner


BOOK: Coercion

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“An entertaining thriller … with well-paced action, appealing characters and snappy writing.”

–Kirkus (starred review)


“Tim Tigner gives us a grand novel on a scale that has not been seen for a long time…”

–William D. Curnutt of
Vine Voice


“Taut Thriller. Highly Recommended.”

–Randy Johnson of the Vine Voice


“A brilliant, must-read thriller--as good or better than Tom Clancy & Robert Ludlum. Coercion grabbed me and wouldn't let go.”

John Mariotti, Author of The Chinese Conspiracy






“The prose snaps and pops with a fresh, nearly breathless energy reminiscent of Ludlum, Le Carre, Clancy et al.”

–Kirkus Reviews


“With the thrill of Vince Flynn, the craft of Daniel Silva and a whole combination of the best suspense/thriller writers, Tim Tigner is all Tim. Wow.”

–Amazon Top Reviewer Gwendolyn Norcross


“I like Tim Tigner's writing. He knows how to build suspense, ramp up the action, and keep it all rolling smoothly along. I was almost sorry to reach the end

–Randy Johnson of the Vine Voice


“Five Stars. Outstanding Political / Terrorist Thriller.”

–William D. Curnutt of the Vine Voice




“Not a moment goes by till the end of the book when readers won’t be shocked, surprised and delightfully entertained.” 



“The action is non-stop. The premise is good. The writing is fresh, clean and detailed.”
— William D. Curnutt of the Vine Voice


Action, adventure, villains, good guys, interesting places and a love story. Get Flash and read it for a fun time you will tell others about!
— John Mariotti, Author of The Chinese Conspiracy


“This suspense thriller kept me on the edge of my seat, biting my nails reading with anticipation. I loved every second of this book, especially the characters witty personalities.”
















This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.






Copyright © 2013 by Tim Tigner


All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever. For information address Vontiv Publishing via


Also available in Paperback and as an Audiobook in 2014.


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ISBN: 978-162840467-8


Cover design by Tim Tigner and Ralph Cavero


Printed in the U.S.A.






This novel is dedicated to my beloved wife Elena, whose support and sacrifices ma
de it, as all things, possible.




Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Chapter 43

Chapter 44

Chapter 45

Chapter 46

Chapter 47

Chapter 48

Chapter 49

Chapter 50

Chapter 51

Chapter 52

Chapter 53

Chapter 54

Chapter 55

Chapter 56

Chapter 57

Chapter 58

Chapter 59

Chapter 60

Chapter 61

Chapter 62

Chapter 63

Chapter 64

Chapter 65

Chapter 66

Chapter 67

Chapter 68

Chapter 69

Chapter 70

Chapter 71

Chapter 72

Chapter 73

Chapter 74

Chapter 75


Author’s Note








Cast of Characters


: Chief Doctor at Academic City Hospital.

, Leo: Deputy Minister of Foreign Affairs.

Demerko, Andrey
: Chief of Staff for Minister Sugurov.

Evans, Elaine
: Engineer at United Electronics.  Mother of Kimberly.

Ferris, Alex
: International Private Investigator.

Ferris, Frank
: Alex’s fraternal twin brother.

Gorbachev, Mikhail Sergeevitch
: President of the USSR.

Karpov, Vasily
: KGB General, head of Industrial Security Directorate.

: Name for Karpov’s inner circle.

Knyaz AG
: Karpov’s company (AG is the Swiss version of Inc).

Lebed, (Comrade)
: Father of Anton.

: KGB Major and Aide to Vasily Karpov.

: Luda’s father.

Orlova, Luda
: Senior Accountant at SibOil.

Petrov, (Professor)
: Frostbite patient of Dr. Anna Zaitseva.

: Anesthesiologist colleague of Dr. Anna Zaitseva.

Shipilov, Sergey
: KGB Agent working for Yarik.

Stepashin, Igor
: KGB General and head of the Guards Directorate.

Stormer, Jason
: Head of Stormer & Associates, Operations Consulting

Sugurov, Pavel
: Soviet Minister of Foreign Affairs.

Titov, Victor
: Deep Cover KGB mole.  Karpov’s son.

: Male Nurse and colleague of Dr. Anna Zaitseva.

: KGB General and Head of the Executive Action Directorate.

Zaitsev, Kostya
:  Anna’s brother (deceased).

Zaitseva, Anna
: Doctor at Academic City Hospital.


The Soviet Slide


“Politicians and economists generally agree that at the core of the malaise is the accumulated damage of 70 years of central mismanagement.”
Serge Schmemann, The New York Times, Page A1


KGB Research Facility, Siberia


The door closed behind them with a hiss.  General
Vasily Karpov knew it was the hermetic seal, but he couldn’t help feeling that the room was scolding him for what he was about to do.

He looked up at Yarik for support—the giant was a pro—but the steely stare coming back at him was somehow more disturbing than the images
Vasily sought to drown out, and he looked away.  Vasily appreciated Yarik’s point of view, and respected the enforcer’s binary code of ethics, but as a chess grand master he had a hard time reducing things to a simple them-or-us.  He wanted to do better.

In contrast, Igor’s face showed
a calm, supportive resolve.  It meant little to Vasily.  As a diplomat, Igor always reflected the appropriate emotion.  To know his true state of mind you had to look deep.  Vasily chose not to look.  There was no sense muddying the waters.  This might be a classic moral conundrum, but it was hardly a dilemma.  The needs of the many did outweigh the needs of the few.

felt compelled to demonstrate leadership, to make a meaningful speech about posterity and sacrifice, but there was no room in that sterile corridor for such big words.  Instead, he looked down at the clacker in his hand and thought about the future—first the country’s, and then, with mixed feelings, his own.  Murder changes a man…

could not see or hear what happened after
, but as the head of the KGB’s Scientific and Technical Directorate, he knew how Noxin nerve gas worked.  The moment he closed the door he found himself picturing the scene.  It was as though he were still in the room.  Perhaps he sensed that a part of his soul always would be.

The six scientists and engineers are shaking hands and patting backs
, he imagined, congratulating each other on the successful completion and flawless presentation of the Peitho Pill.  It is a feel-good moment and they are justifiably proud, having dedicated eighteen months of their lives to secretly developing their general’s audacious invention.

Then a whiff of gas turns euphoria to hysteria with the shocking speed of a lighting strike.  Adrenaline floods their systems like a tidal surge as their limbic minds register the alkaloid scent, but by the time the
impulse travels to their conscious minds, it’s already too late.  The crushing hyper-constriction of their diaphragms cannot be reversed.  Emptied lungs will never fill again.  Noxin will not be denied.

bowed his head and clenched his eyes, but the images kept coming. 
The futile gasps, the grimaced lips
…  He opened his eyes and tried to focus his mind on the cascading numbers of his digital watch.  He had known all along that this day would come.  Fifty-eight, fifty-nine, sixty—sixty seconds since

By now Kiril has paired up with Dima, Oleg with Anton, and Vanya with Mark.  They’re frantically pumping each other’s chests—desperate minds grasping at feeble straws.  As professionals, they know it’s pointless, but as family men, what alternative do they have?  They will keep at it until splintering ribs puncture starving lungs or exhaustion overtakes them

Vasily kicked the corridor’s stainless baseboard.  “No matter.  They’re martyrs now, even if only we three will ever know.”  Yarik and Igor cocked their heads, but Vasily paid them no heed.  He had not meant to think aloud.

It was true, he thought.  The sacrifice those scientists were making here today gave him the exclusive use of the Peitho Pill, and with it the power to heal their ailing nation.  The Soviet Union was in desperate need of a viable economic system, and Peitho empowered
Vasily to create one.  What were half a dozen lives in comparison? 
You were born with the courage, you developed the plan, and now, damn it, you’ve acquired the tools

stopped pacing the corridor and checked his watch again.  It would take another ten minutes for the laboratory’s advanced ventilation system to scrub the Noxin from the conference room’s air.  Then the three general officers could reenter, retrieve all the Peitho Pill materials, and replace them with ones from the Noxin nerve-gas project.  The cover-up would be as airtight as the conference room, and Peitho would be theirs alone.

Igor interrupted the silence.  “You’ve really outdone yourself,
Vasily.  You told us it was going to be huge, but this … this project is spectacular.  The concept is simple and the presentation was clear, but I still questioned my ears.  The opportunities Peitho presents are limitless.  We’ll be able to control anyone, get anything—”

“And do it secretly,” Yarik interjected.  “Wish I’d thought of it.”

Vasily stopped pacing and looked up.  If his friends were not distracted by sentiment…  He felt the fire re-igniting in his eyes, like the pilot light on a blast furnace.  “I have the advantage of seeing a lot of gadget and gizmo proposals in the course of my job.  One of them got me thinking.  It was a special bomb, a bomb designed to blow up a car at the prompting of a radio signal.  It was the size of a pea,” he held up his thumb and index finger in the tiny sign, “small enough to slip into a car’s gas tank.  That was the mental trigger, the size of the thing.  I reasoned that if you paired-up one of its miniature radio receivers with a drop of cyanide, you could then threaten to do the same thing to a person—terminate him at will, I mean.”

A flash of understanding shot across Yarik’s face.  “But we won’t use it for that, for termination, will we

“No, we won’t.”

They both looked at Igor.  It took the diplomat a moment, but he got it.  “Right…  Like a nuclear device, the threat is what counts.”  Igor began nodding his head.  “Tell me, why

“Peitho is the Greek goddess of persuasion.”

“The Greek goddess of persuasion … divine coercion … clever ...” Igor stopped nodding and canted his head.  “There’s still one functional aspect I don’t fully understand.  If Peitho is to be used for persuasion, rather than assassination, then the victim has to believe that you truly have the power to kill him at will.”


“But at the same time we all agree that Peitho has to be kept secret, so we can’t explain it to him.  My question is this: Short of killing him, how do we convince our target we have that power?”

“Ah, my friends,” Vasily said, as his eyes began to glisten.  “That is where we have to get creative…”


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