Havana Bay by Martin Cruz Smith read by Frank Muller

“Your cigar fell down. You told me how good it was and how all the women liked your big cigar. We hardly started smoking and your cigar fell down.” It is Havana radio. The whores are called hinateras, jockeys, to describe the way a girl might ride a pig.
In the Cuba of the “Special Period” however, they have run out of pigs. . . and medical supplies, finger print powder, condoms, batteries, cars, and everything else. It is never good to be Russian but especially not now, in Cuba, after 1992, after the big cigar fell down. But Police Investigator Arkady is in Havana, in his black cashmere coat. It is, after all, winter in Moscow.