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« on: June 04, 2017, 03:13:50 am »

2013
 
”Who did you send, Victor?”
 
“Irina.”
 
“Yes. Good choice. She wants freedom. She wants to leave the mother country.”
 
“I have promised her as such if... IF she can do the task I ask of her.”

---
 
Mikhail took the fleshy woman by a hand around the waist as they slowly climbed the steps to tiny room in the Khrushchyovka. Her hair was as dark as the horizon that has bathed over the skyline, cut short in a little bob that he found appealing to his senses. Every part of her appealed to his senses, even the little dinner gloves she wore that matched her black dress. She would give him a sweet little smile, seeming as though she had not a thought in that little head of her’s but her eyes.
 
Her eyes promised him a night that he hadn’t dreamed of since his father had hired a girl to make him a man. He missed her, Mikhail mused. She was fleshy like this one, with hair of black and an ampleness that some men might balk at. He could not properly enjoy a woman waifish, though his brother... Bah. Mikhail’s brother would drown in a sea of lithe women with supermodel figures if his father and Mikhail so gave him the chance. That was why father trusted him, the younger brother with all his secrets, with all his figures and his accounts.
 
They did not have the size, the capacity of the other mafiyas. They had nothing on the Purple Lotus and even for counting as the rest of the Bratva they could only be described as the most organized... But with organization came information and with information came files... So many documents that they could bring the GRU quicker to heel than any of the others.
 
And with that sort of power... Came them rising above their station.
 
Her grip on his wrist brought Mikhail back to bare as she looked at him as they reached the top of the floor. This had once belonged to the poor, a veritable home of mice scurrying about. His father had since seen fit to make it a hideaway for him. Once on the list to be demolished now this was his and his alone to do his work and tonight... His pleasure.

 
---
”You ask this of her? She will die.”
 
“Then it will not get back to us. If she succeeds? All the better. Who would take vengeance on her? Certainly not Alec. Doing so would be admitting his aspirations to all of us, and that would be a fool’s move.
 
Besides...”

---
 
Mikhail didn’t get a chance to check his phone. The television still on when he emerged through the door was just white noise as her tongue ravished past his lips that he pushed back with his own. He was not sure for a moment if he quite liked a woman taking control or not. There was a certain thrill of breaking her of that as she sucked on his stubbled chin and flicked her tongue along the tip of his nose. A certain thrill of pinning her face down in a pillow and bending her arms behind her head until she pleaded and cooed and gasped. Her fingers traced outlines of him through his clothing, deft in their movement.
 
He was quickly deciding that he enjoyed a woman taking such liberties, at least before he put her back in her place. He might even keep this one. Mikhail’s grin was wide but it was the last image that the black haired woman would remember of him as she forced something under her upper lip in his mouth before she jerked away and stomped his foot. Her gloved hand covered his lips as he tasted the solution that spilled along his mouth. His eyes went wide as she used the whole of her frame to pin him, a loud thump of their bodies echoing on his floor. He struggled to grab her by the throat, his fingers wrapping to squeeze that pretty little neck. Her own fingers squeezed around his mouth while her free hand massaged his adam’s apple to force him to swallow.
 
Things grew cloudy for him as his strength began to leave him. All the while the black haired woman straddled him, singing his praises in Russian, gurgling in delight as he lay dying underneath her. Calling him things like a man among men, suddenly stopping herself to ask if he was sure it wouldn’t hurt her before letting out a shrill cry after.

 
---
“...He can make more sons.”
 
“Mmm. It is a terrible thing to take a man’s son from him, Victor.”
 
“It is a worse thing to betray the Bratva. Alec knew the risks the moment he moved against us. If we did not nip him in the bud, someone else would have. This is a... Turn down service, if nothing else.”

---
 
She typed quickly, quietly at his computer. Her eyes glittering with all the stores of information that had been hidden. To blackmail the GRU would be akin to a snake eating itself. The other factions understood that, how could they not? She didn’t have the time to ask questions however, making squeals that sounded to bounce somewhere between delight and agony that slowly began to grow lower and lower. The dead body of Mikhail Bardin was turning colder by the moment and she only had so long. Moving the information was not the problem. They had a agreed on a secure archive to dump it in. The question was what to do after... A factory reset? No. Not nearly enough of of a cleaning...
 
She would need a knife. Surely Mikhail kept a few in his possession... Some of his clothes as well. Whatever was heavy enough to simulate his build.

 
---
“Ah. She succeeded. Vadim informs me we have all of it. I think it would be best to have a talk with Alec tomorrow.”
 
“Of course. As for the girl?”
 
“Free. I think she has done well enough for us. If she wishes to see the world, who are we to stand in her way. Especially after Belgrade...”
 
“We should get in touch with Luca, ask him if he could give her safe travel.”
 
“Of course. Before she goes I will have to ask how she got away.”

---
 
“Она пела для тебя, Михаил. (She sang for you, Mikhail)” The guard by the door chortled as he watched the retreating back of Alec Bardin’s son, likely off to the METRO for a pack of cigarettes as he was wont to do after a good woman.
 
“Она будет сочинять балет, прежде чем я наполним его. (She will compose a ballet before I have had my fill.) ” Mikhail muttered in a whisper that made the guard laugh as he strolled from him with a limping gait.
 
They would find Mikhail Bardin dead in the morning, his computer’s insides ransacked and broken into pieces. His father and brother would soon join him after.
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