M. Gessen

He and Kiselyov are quickly hatching a plan.

A bribe will be sent to this person at INS or ICE or wherever who had arranged for the deportation.

The bribe would be $100,000.

David testified that he came up with the price tag on the spot, figuring that's what it would cost for some imaginary highly-placed government official to risk their imaginary job.

The FBI now had a new angle to explore, in addition to the possible money laundering, a potential bribery scheme.

In the courtroom, David explained that the character he was playing was a money launderer, a gangster, the kind of person that in real life he would despise and actually try to put behind bars.

But in his pretend life, David could launder billions of dollars, facilitate a bribe, get someone deported.

He was there for all your illegal needs.

And now he was there for my cousin Alan.

A couple of months after this conversation, Kiselyov set up a meeting for David and Alan in Florida.

David had told Alan to meet him at the Boca Raton, in Boca Raton.

You know those places that added the to the name of the actual place to indicate that it's everything you ever imagined but so much more?

This resort has 19 bars and restaurants and four beach options.

The Boca Raton.

Alan drives up in a white rental car, an Audi sedan.

The jury was shown surveillance photos.

He meets David in the lobby, which is like an Italian castle, Florida version.

David is wearing a wire, which, as you're about to hear, is not great for field recording.

A fist bump.

Alan is wearing what looks like a black cashmere sweater.