Kasia's war began at dawn.
It was silent, digital, and merciless.
By 9 AM, an anonymous tip package encrypted with military-grade code arrived at the Polish national tax authority. It detailed Grigor Volkov's hidden holdings in Cyprus, complete with transaction records and shell corporation maps.
By 10 AM, a courier delivered a plain envelope to the Warsaw penthouse of Alina Volkov, Grigor's wife of twenty years. Inside were photographs, hotel receipts, and school records for his seven-year-old daughter in Gdańsk. The note was typed: Ask your husband about his other life.
By 11 AM, a man named Tomasz(Volkov's son from his first marriage) received a visit from a kindly, well-dressed "family friend" who expressed concern about his opioid use. The friend left a card for an exclusive, discreet rehab clinic in Switzerland, along with a brochure detailing the financial disclosure required for admission.
