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I was hoping she would off the greasy, fat pig. Those tapes were a gold mine for her.
The Derevko Journals
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Well, maybe because Katya was still at the russian War-forces when we saw her in season 3, so she actually liked her official job too much
Monday – July 15, 1991
The rented house has been installed with equipment I purchased on the black market. I plan to get that money back once I’ve finished with it. No one is going to ‘steal’ from me ever!
I interviewed the women today before they were given physicals by the doctors. They are also being tested for HIV/AIDS. They must be clean in order to work for me. Physicals for the most part do not tell the entire story. There were fifty girls who, when word got about, showed up. They were all told to report to the house at 9:00 a.m. and be interviewed.
They were all on time when I arrived with Grigor. As we entered I could see surprise on their faces. At first they thought Grigor was their new boss, but I sent him into the large kitchen to see if anyone made tea.
“Everyone settle down. I have a few words for you and I think you’ll be surprised. First of all you have to pass physical and blood tests before you can work for me. Secondly, you will keep all money paid for your services.” There were a multitude of gasps from all of them. “Yes, you keep it all. However, you will all charge same price. No gouging of clients and the fee will be 500 rubles for Russians, $100 for any American or Britishers you can lure. If any other nationality wishes to use your services, they will have to come up with a hundred American dollars. You do not want to be in the business of making change. Furthermore, you will see no more than three clients a day, especially since you keep your entire fee.”
“Three?” A blonde who was obviously from the Ukraine by her accent said. “I could do six or...”
“Nyet!” I said angrily. “No more than three. You want to keep healthy and strong, do you not?”
They saw that I was not going to budge. “And one more thing...” I paused so they all were paying attention. “This not a hotel. You will not live here. This is where you work and when you are through, you leave! I will arrange for you all to have an apartment elsewhere soon.”
They stared at me as if I’d gone mad. They looked at each other and back at me. This was the first time they’d been told to live elsewhere. Still they knew I meant what I said and there was no argument.
“Well,” said a Muscovite, “how are you going to make your money?”
“That is not your concern. Now, if you want to be one of my girls, are you willing to be examined and have blood tests?”
They all agreed. I had them sign contracts to make sure they knew the rules and I was sure none of them fully read it. I was going to get another woman to run the prostitution ring here and she would do the hiring and firing after this initial group. I had them each take a seat and ordered the doctors in the next room to begin their work.
***
Monday – August 5, 1991
The rented house began its operation. I had thirty clean girls and I knew when word got out that they could keep all their earnings, we would get more women interested. With that in mind, I began hunting for another building close to the Kremlin as well as an apartment building. Renovations would take no longer than two months, since I had Anton oversee the work that needed to be done. He would not put up with sloppy workmanship or delays.
I also needed to find someone to handle my finances I could trust. For the present my money was in a bank in Switzerland, but it was just sitting there. I knew the situation here was chaos in banking circles here, so kept my money away from possible manipulation of currency or deposits.
I thought of Katya, but she was interested in joining the newest intelligence agency, Sluzhba Vneshney Rasvedki. She was hoping to get an assignment to Italy, especially with her experience.
I could be patient for a while longer.
***
Monday - August 12, 1991
Anton brought me the tapes after the house had been in operation one week. There were thirty tapes. I popped one into my VCR and started it. I would know shortly just how much I would prosper from this venture. I sent both Grigor and Anton out so I could watch everything.
I was right. The house rent would be worth it. I would set up a research department.
The fifteenth tape was extraordinary. Mansovar! What was strange was that he looked like a prosperous businessman. He paid 500 rubles in cash for the use of the girl, who made him use a condom. All my girls did. That was mandated from the beginning. It was to keep the girls safe, but they were told to tell the client it was for his protection.
Anyway I felt a burning sensation on my back and a feeling as though I was being raped by a hot poker when I saw him. He was the only one left on whom I wanted pure revenge for what he did to me in Kashmir. I had a hard time breathing for a moment or two then called for Anton, who was acting as my secretary until I hired one.
“Da, Irina,” he said opening the door.
“I want you to check on this man.” I pointed to the screen where I’d frozen Mansovar’s face. “Go to the house and interview the girl. Find out who he is and what he does...any information. Report to me as soon as possible.”
He read the urgency in my face, heard it in my voice. ”Da.”
Two hours later he was back with information, some but not complete. “His name is Yuri Mansovar. According to Yulia, the girl, he is a businessman. She said he paid her in bills that came out of a wallet thick with more.”
“Does she know what business?”
He shook his head. “No, but he asked if he could see her again in two days. She said she would.”
“Did he give any hint as to where he lived or did business?”
“No.”
“See if you can find out anything by his name.”
He nodded and left.
***
Tuesday – August 13, 1991
I hired a secretary today much to Anton’s relief. She’s pretty, blonde and very intelligent. She’s from the Ukraine and has a degree in economics and psychology. Her name is Maria. I can use her knowledge, but I’m not sure I want to involve her in my business yet. Still she can answer the phone, take messages, set up appointments and is very computer savvy.
When she interviewed, I asked her why she wanted this job. With her credentials, she could have a job with the government. She told me she didn’t want to get involved with a government job that there was much more money working for a business, at least at this time. I hired her.
“Do you have some place to live?”
“I am with my best friend. She will be glad to hear I have a job.”
“What does she do,” I said smiling.
“She is lucky. She is executive buyer for McDonld’s.” She grinned. “I eat lunch with her several times a week for nothing.”
I laughed. She was indeed lucky. I handed her a contract which explained her duties and pay. She signed and left. I looked at the application again reading it thoroughly and my heart nearly stopped. Her cousin was Galina! Galina Kutznova, the procurement officer at Central City. What an odd coincidence and I’d wanted to get in touch with her. I would have to see her soon.
***
Friday – August 16, 1991
Anton brought me information on Mansovar, who was due today to see his whore. It seems Mansovar has gone into business for himself. He runs a numbers racket in the city. He is the top guy having a gang of about sixty runners who pick up the bags. I wanted to know more about the gang and how it operated. Anton took a half dozen men with him to watch.
I looked at my calendar and according to it Mansovar went every two days to the house for a meeting with Yulia. That meant Sunday and then Tuesday...I really wanted to know if it would continue in that manner.
I called the woman in charge of the house and asked to speak to Yulia, who confirmed that he had booked her for only Monday, Wednesday and Friday. So he kept his weekends free. He wasn’t married, so I told Anton to keep him under surveillance for another week. I wanted detailed reports on the man’s movements.
According to Yulia, Mansovar was a rough lover and banged her around somewhat, but he was steady.
Rough sex partner? I remembered the first night he took me into the room where he and Tereschenko would rape me. After I was tied down, he unbuttoned his fly, pulling out his penis. It was big, but the awful part was that it seemed wider than others. It was swollen and hard. He shoved it into me hard.
“Like it, traitor bitch? You will enjoy this; most women do!”
“You mean sheep, don’t you?” I gritted my teeth, barely able to murmur my words.
“Pizda! Speak Russian.” He shouted, working it deep into my womb.
I screamed as he pumped it back and forth until he spewed his seed. I writhed on the table in pain, relieved when he withdrew it.
“You never been taken by a real man,” he snarled.
“Sooksin sin!” I remembered that phrase with pleasure.
He hit me in the face, drawing blood from the corner of my mouth. “Shut up!”
Then Tereschenko who had been watching in ‘I can hardly wait’ manner took me next. I was thankful his swollen penis looked more normal. He took minutes to finally come. I could feel his juice dripping out of me.
“Here move away. I want this bitch again.” Mansovar shoved Tereschenko back.
By the time I was brought to the prison, I thought I was pregnant and I was afraid. What could I do? I had to protect myself some way. The only way I knew was not to struggle. To be passive as they did to me what they wanted. He was rough, but I’d been stretched enough that it didn’t hurt as much as the first time he penetrated me. Tears came to my eyes as he kneaded my breasts, keeping time, it seemed, with each stroke of his penis. I did not cry out as he came again.
I think I blacked out the rest of my stay there that night. I remember being shoved back into my cell and struggling to my bunk exhausted and hurt. I promised he would pay and pay dearly one day when I was free.
I was free now and he was going to pay with his life just as Karpov had. I wasn’t going to make it easy.
***
Friday – August 23, 1991
Today I closed a chapter on my life. Mansovar is dead and those men who dealt in the torture and rape of me in Kashmir have paid the price I promised. All of them are gone and they are no longer a plague in my memory. I reveled in their agony and, with the exception of Dr. Sorkoffskiy, they all knew who killed them and why.
Anton told me that the police were very cognizant of Mansovar’s activities, but he bribed some higher official who gave him protection. Still there were a few detectives who wanted to put him away in prison. They wanted this new democracy to work. It was my opinion it would take several years for it to take hold and stay. Democracy costs money and the country didn’t have all that much to spend...yet.
Now he was where I could spend some time with him. Tonight, he spent time with Yulia and left. A mile from the house, a police car pulled him over to the side of the road, cuffed him and said they were taking him to the station for questioning about his gambling enterprise. He laughingly told them he would be free before they could file a report.
However he was not driven to a police station. As soon as he was cuffed and shoved into the back seat. The car, driven by Anton who was not in uniform, turned off its headlights and drove to my warehouse where I was waiting.
After he was stripped and his mouth covered with duct tape, he was led into a room where I was waiting. Anton and Grigor took him to a table in the middle of the room. He struggled but it was no contest as they tied him face down over a box to the legs of the table. I stood in front of him watching his struggles. They left.
“Hello, Yuri. Do you remember me?” My voice was cold.
He shook his head, trying to scream at me from behind the tape.
“You don’t, I see. Let me refresh your memory. Almost ten years ago in Kashmir, I was a prisoner. I was beaten and raped by you and your friends repeatedly. I promised myself if I escaped that I would kill you and them. You are the lucky one. You lived the longest, but that ends tonight.”
His eyes widened as now he did know me. He struggled hard, but the ropes holding him tied, didn’t budge.
“I bet you never knew what happened to Karpov. Briefly, I cut off his penis and fed it to some scavenger dogs; then I shoved a knife into his black heart.” I smiled coldly and I saw real fear in his eyes. He struggled harder. “We’re going to experiment with you. My men who have been following you say you like to watch bestial rape so I wondered how you could take it. Grigor!”
The door opened and Grigor led in a male donkey. He had a small can in one hand and gave it to me.
I stirred the contents with a brush and then painted Mansovar’s buttocks and asshole with it. He was in position with his butt at the end of the table. He tried squirming. His face was red with the unrewarded effort. But my men had done their job well. He was tight. The blindfolded donkey reared up, his own penis fully extended and engorged, and it found the only entry point. It pushed itself deep into Mansovar’s ass and pumped.
Mansovar screamed, his eyes bulged and sweat poured off his naked body. His own penis swelled as he felt himself responding. Then the donkey was done and pulled out, bringing blood and some small amount of his colon with it. I could see the man was in agony, but at this point I cared less about him than the donkey. I nodded to Grigor who removed the animal.
“What a mess,” I said looking at Yuri. “You like being raped by animal? You, I regard as nothing more than that donkey...an animal. Looks like you need a bath.”
The door opened again and Grigor and Anton entered. They untied Mansovar who was screaming in pain and close to his death.
The warehouse was located next to Moscow River. That’s where Yuri would end up, but I still had something more in store for him. It was dark outside. There were only the three of us and...the dog. Anton had tied a towel between Yuri’s legs to prevent him from bleeding or leaving some entrails behind. He now removed the towel.
I kneeled in front of Mansovar who looked almost dead, but not quite. “You hear me, Yuri? How do you feel? Think anyone is going to save you? Will anyone care? I doubt it unless it is the man you pay to let you do business. Now it will stop...or maybe not, since your business seems to thrive. I will take it over and make more money than you ever dreamed of. Sucks doesn’t it.
“Oh look,” I stood up and looked down the pier. “Here comes a dog...looks like a Rottweiler. He’s a big bastard, isn’t he?” The dog loped up, tongue hanging out. I stepped back as did the two other men.
I watched the dog sniff hungrily at Yuri’s bottom. He grasped the end and pulled. Mansovar screamed silently, his taped mouth unable to open. Blood gushed as the dog took out a couple of feet of the colon and intestines. He began to chew.
“Toss him,” I said motioning to the river, “and clean up. Thank you” Turning, I stalked off into the dark, knowing the debt to me had finally been paid.
***
Saturday – August 24, 1991
I slept for the first time in a long while without a nightmare. The day was hot, but I went to the warehouse to check on the clean-up. I knew the two men would not fail me. There was absolutely no sign that Mansovar had ever been there. Grigor moved his car closer to his headquarters taking care to leave no fingerprints anywhere. The only ones on the steering wheel were Mansovar’s.
I wasn’t going to step in and take over his business until a few days passed. When he went missing, his gang would no doubt fight among themselves for the position of leader. If there were any bad apples, there would be enough fighting to eliminate all but the strongest, if there were any. I did wonder how soon Mansovar would turn up, cementing the new leader’s position. Anton was instructed to assign men to watch Mansovar’s gang.
***
Tuesday – September 17, 1991
The police found Yuri’s body or what was left of it. It was dumped into a body bag and taken to the morgue at the biggest hospital in Moscow. I wondered why they just didn’t throw him into Potter’s Field, if there was one, and be done with it. Why waste time finding out what happened. One of my contacts worked at the hospital during the week. I wondered if the man Mansovar paid off was behind the autopsy. If I could get a badge, I could get in without suspicion.
Grigor said he thought he could get one and dropped one off tonight. I cut out one of my many passport pictures to fit the badge. I will go tomorrow night.
Wednesday – September 18, 1991
Well, well, well...I found my pay off man. It’s V. I. Sharpov, Deputy Police Commissioner.
I made my way to the morgue. There was only one person there, supposedly guarding the area, but who was asleep. I went inside the autopsy room. I found the table where Mansovar rested...or what was left of him. The file folder lay on top of the body. I opened it to find out what the doctor decided happened to him. The report was fairly accurate. He died from drowning before the other injuries did the job. They had no clue as to who was responsible.
A copy of the report was sent to V.I. Sharpov. Now I had another high-level officer in the city who would be under my guidance. However he wouldn’t be getting any pay off from me.
***
Saturday – September 28, 1991
Tonight I made my move. Grigor, Anton and Khasinau went to the bar where the numbers gang hung out. I was already there under the guise of a drunken whore. I looked a mess. I was dirty, with oily hair, and had a dress on that barely covered me properly. I did not tell my men I would be watching them.
When the three of them entered, the bar fell silent. The two men Grigor and Anton were as imposing sight as would be two police officers. Khasinau looked rather nice in a suit with a long coat. It had turned cold the last couple of days. He looked bossy! I smiled into my beer.
“Who’s the boss?” Khasinau said.
“Who wants to know,” snarled a patron at the bar.
Anton grabbed him from behind, bringing the man’s arm behind his back and up until he screamed. “Speak to him nicely.”
Grigor looked around the bar for someone who might fit the title. He saw no one and his eyes passed me by without more than a glance. Then he turned back to Khasinau and whispered something in his ear. Alexander nodded.
“I won’t ask again, before I let my men do some more damage to your arm.” He said pleasantly.
The man’s face was twisted with pain as Anton kept the arm up next to his neck. “felgercarb, I am!” Anton loosened his hold.
“My name is Khasinau, Alexander Khasinau, and I’m here to relieve you of your heavy responsibility. The Man is taking over your operation.” He glanced around the room and then back to the man Anton stood behind. “Any objections?”
“What the frack? You can’t walk in here and just take over.”
“I did and we are.” Khasinau said, turning to the crowd. “You now work for The Man. If you have any objections, I suggest you think about what happened to Yuri Mansovar.”
“Yeah, the fool fell into the river and drowned.”
“Sure he did,” said Alexander and he laughed. “I will tell you that The Man has already taken care of the man who was blackmailing your boss for protection money. That won’t happen any more. Furthermore, The Man is giving everyone a raise. How does that sound?”
Everyone shouted their approval. Khasinau took a piece of paper out of his pocket and put it out on the bar. “Here, this is a contract obligating you to continue working now for The Man. Sign it and you’ll get the same raise. Don’t sign it and...” He left the rest unsaid. “You will remain in charge, but I will give the orders. Understand?”
“Da.” He signed the paper.
“Good. You are to come to this address tomorrow at ten without fail. Now I’ll let you get back to your drinking. Spasibo! Do svidaniya.” He left with the two other men.
Now I was the head of the numbers racket in Moscow.
RUSSIAN TRANSLATION
Spasibo – thank you
Do svidaniya – Goodbye
TBC
The rented house has been installed with equipment I purchased on the black market. I plan to get that money back once I’ve finished with it. No one is going to ‘steal’ from me ever!
I interviewed the women today before they were given physicals by the doctors. They are also being tested for HIV/AIDS. They must be clean in order to work for me. Physicals for the most part do not tell the entire story. There were fifty girls who, when word got about, showed up. They were all told to report to the house at 9:00 a.m. and be interviewed.
They were all on time when I arrived with Grigor. As we entered I could see surprise on their faces. At first they thought Grigor was their new boss, but I sent him into the large kitchen to see if anyone made tea.
“Everyone settle down. I have a few words for you and I think you’ll be surprised. First of all you have to pass physical and blood tests before you can work for me. Secondly, you will keep all money paid for your services.” There were a multitude of gasps from all of them. “Yes, you keep it all. However, you will all charge same price. No gouging of clients and the fee will be 500 rubles for Russians, $100 for any American or Britishers you can lure. If any other nationality wishes to use your services, they will have to come up with a hundred American dollars. You do not want to be in the business of making change. Furthermore, you will see no more than three clients a day, especially since you keep your entire fee.”
“Three?” A blonde who was obviously from the Ukraine by her accent said. “I could do six or...”
“Nyet!” I said angrily. “No more than three. You want to keep healthy and strong, do you not?”
They saw that I was not going to budge. “And one more thing...” I paused so they all were paying attention. “This not a hotel. You will not live here. This is where you work and when you are through, you leave! I will arrange for you all to have an apartment elsewhere soon.”
They stared at me as if I’d gone mad. They looked at each other and back at me. This was the first time they’d been told to live elsewhere. Still they knew I meant what I said and there was no argument.
“Well,” said a Muscovite, “how are you going to make your money?”
“That is not your concern. Now, if you want to be one of my girls, are you willing to be examined and have blood tests?”
They all agreed. I had them sign contracts to make sure they knew the rules and I was sure none of them fully read it. I was going to get another woman to run the prostitution ring here and she would do the hiring and firing after this initial group. I had them each take a seat and ordered the doctors in the next room to begin their work.
***
Monday – August 5, 1991
The rented house began its operation. I had thirty clean girls and I knew when word got out that they could keep all their earnings, we would get more women interested. With that in mind, I began hunting for another building close to the Kremlin as well as an apartment building. Renovations would take no longer than two months, since I had Anton oversee the work that needed to be done. He would not put up with sloppy workmanship or delays.
I also needed to find someone to handle my finances I could trust. For the present my money was in a bank in Switzerland, but it was just sitting there. I knew the situation here was chaos in banking circles here, so kept my money away from possible manipulation of currency or deposits.
I thought of Katya, but she was interested in joining the newest intelligence agency, Sluzhba Vneshney Rasvedki. She was hoping to get an assignment to Italy, especially with her experience.
I could be patient for a while longer.
***
Monday - August 12, 1991
Anton brought me the tapes after the house had been in operation one week. There were thirty tapes. I popped one into my VCR and started it. I would know shortly just how much I would prosper from this venture. I sent both Grigor and Anton out so I could watch everything.
I was right. The house rent would be worth it. I would set up a research department.
The fifteenth tape was extraordinary. Mansovar! What was strange was that he looked like a prosperous businessman. He paid 500 rubles in cash for the use of the girl, who made him use a condom. All my girls did. That was mandated from the beginning. It was to keep the girls safe, but they were told to tell the client it was for his protection.
Anyway I felt a burning sensation on my back and a feeling as though I was being raped by a hot poker when I saw him. He was the only one left on whom I wanted pure revenge for what he did to me in Kashmir. I had a hard time breathing for a moment or two then called for Anton, who was acting as my secretary until I hired one.
“Da, Irina,” he said opening the door.
“I want you to check on this man.” I pointed to the screen where I’d frozen Mansovar’s face. “Go to the house and interview the girl. Find out who he is and what he does...any information. Report to me as soon as possible.”
He read the urgency in my face, heard it in my voice. ”Da.”
Two hours later he was back with information, some but not complete. “His name is Yuri Mansovar. According to Yulia, the girl, he is a businessman. She said he paid her in bills that came out of a wallet thick with more.”
“Does she know what business?”
He shook his head. “No, but he asked if he could see her again in two days. She said she would.”
“Did he give any hint as to where he lived or did business?”
“No.”
“See if you can find out anything by his name.”
He nodded and left.
***
Tuesday – August 13, 1991
I hired a secretary today much to Anton’s relief. She’s pretty, blonde and very intelligent. She’s from the Ukraine and has a degree in economics and psychology. Her name is Maria. I can use her knowledge, but I’m not sure I want to involve her in my business yet. Still she can answer the phone, take messages, set up appointments and is very computer savvy.
When she interviewed, I asked her why she wanted this job. With her credentials, she could have a job with the government. She told me she didn’t want to get involved with a government job that there was much more money working for a business, at least at this time. I hired her.
“Do you have some place to live?”
“I am with my best friend. She will be glad to hear I have a job.”
“What does she do,” I said smiling.
“She is lucky. She is executive buyer for McDonld’s.” She grinned. “I eat lunch with her several times a week for nothing.”
I laughed. She was indeed lucky. I handed her a contract which explained her duties and pay. She signed and left. I looked at the application again reading it thoroughly and my heart nearly stopped. Her cousin was Galina! Galina Kutznova, the procurement officer at Central City. What an odd coincidence and I’d wanted to get in touch with her. I would have to see her soon.
***
Friday – August 16, 1991
Anton brought me information on Mansovar, who was due today to see his whore. It seems Mansovar has gone into business for himself. He runs a numbers racket in the city. He is the top guy having a gang of about sixty runners who pick up the bags. I wanted to know more about the gang and how it operated. Anton took a half dozen men with him to watch.
I looked at my calendar and according to it Mansovar went every two days to the house for a meeting with Yulia. That meant Sunday and then Tuesday...I really wanted to know if it would continue in that manner.
I called the woman in charge of the house and asked to speak to Yulia, who confirmed that he had booked her for only Monday, Wednesday and Friday. So he kept his weekends free. He wasn’t married, so I told Anton to keep him under surveillance for another week. I wanted detailed reports on the man’s movements.
According to Yulia, Mansovar was a rough lover and banged her around somewhat, but he was steady.
Rough sex partner? I remembered the first night he took me into the room where he and Tereschenko would rape me. After I was tied down, he unbuttoned his fly, pulling out his penis. It was big, but the awful part was that it seemed wider than others. It was swollen and hard. He shoved it into me hard.
“Like it, traitor bitch? You will enjoy this; most women do!”
“You mean sheep, don’t you?” I gritted my teeth, barely able to murmur my words.
“Pizda! Speak Russian.” He shouted, working it deep into my womb.
I screamed as he pumped it back and forth until he spewed his seed. I writhed on the table in pain, relieved when he withdrew it.
“You never been taken by a real man,” he snarled.
“Sooksin sin!” I remembered that phrase with pleasure.
He hit me in the face, drawing blood from the corner of my mouth. “Shut up!”
Then Tereschenko who had been watching in ‘I can hardly wait’ manner took me next. I was thankful his swollen penis looked more normal. He took minutes to finally come. I could feel his juice dripping out of me.
“Here move away. I want this bitch again.” Mansovar shoved Tereschenko back.
By the time I was brought to the prison, I thought I was pregnant and I was afraid. What could I do? I had to protect myself some way. The only way I knew was not to struggle. To be passive as they did to me what they wanted. He was rough, but I’d been stretched enough that it didn’t hurt as much as the first time he penetrated me. Tears came to my eyes as he kneaded my breasts, keeping time, it seemed, with each stroke of his penis. I did not cry out as he came again.
I think I blacked out the rest of my stay there that night. I remember being shoved back into my cell and struggling to my bunk exhausted and hurt. I promised he would pay and pay dearly one day when I was free.
I was free now and he was going to pay with his life just as Karpov had. I wasn’t going to make it easy.
***
Friday – August 23, 1991
Today I closed a chapter on my life. Mansovar is dead and those men who dealt in the torture and rape of me in Kashmir have paid the price I promised. All of them are gone and they are no longer a plague in my memory. I reveled in their agony and, with the exception of Dr. Sorkoffskiy, they all knew who killed them and why.
Anton told me that the police were very cognizant of Mansovar’s activities, but he bribed some higher official who gave him protection. Still there were a few detectives who wanted to put him away in prison. They wanted this new democracy to work. It was my opinion it would take several years for it to take hold and stay. Democracy costs money and the country didn’t have all that much to spend...yet.
Now he was where I could spend some time with him. Tonight, he spent time with Yulia and left. A mile from the house, a police car pulled him over to the side of the road, cuffed him and said they were taking him to the station for questioning about his gambling enterprise. He laughingly told them he would be free before they could file a report.
However he was not driven to a police station. As soon as he was cuffed and shoved into the back seat. The car, driven by Anton who was not in uniform, turned off its headlights and drove to my warehouse where I was waiting.
After he was stripped and his mouth covered with duct tape, he was led into a room where I was waiting. Anton and Grigor took him to a table in the middle of the room. He struggled but it was no contest as they tied him face down over a box to the legs of the table. I stood in front of him watching his struggles. They left.
“Hello, Yuri. Do you remember me?” My voice was cold.
He shook his head, trying to scream at me from behind the tape.
“You don’t, I see. Let me refresh your memory. Almost ten years ago in Kashmir, I was a prisoner. I was beaten and raped by you and your friends repeatedly. I promised myself if I escaped that I would kill you and them. You are the lucky one. You lived the longest, but that ends tonight.”
His eyes widened as now he did know me. He struggled hard, but the ropes holding him tied, didn’t budge.
“I bet you never knew what happened to Karpov. Briefly, I cut off his penis and fed it to some scavenger dogs; then I shoved a knife into his black heart.” I smiled coldly and I saw real fear in his eyes. He struggled harder. “We’re going to experiment with you. My men who have been following you say you like to watch bestial rape so I wondered how you could take it. Grigor!”
The door opened and Grigor led in a male donkey. He had a small can in one hand and gave it to me.
I stirred the contents with a brush and then painted Mansovar’s buttocks and asshole with it. He was in position with his butt at the end of the table. He tried squirming. His face was red with the unrewarded effort. But my men had done their job well. He was tight. The blindfolded donkey reared up, his own penis fully extended and engorged, and it found the only entry point. It pushed itself deep into Mansovar’s ass and pumped.
Mansovar screamed, his eyes bulged and sweat poured off his naked body. His own penis swelled as he felt himself responding. Then the donkey was done and pulled out, bringing blood and some small amount of his colon with it. I could see the man was in agony, but at this point I cared less about him than the donkey. I nodded to Grigor who removed the animal.
“What a mess,” I said looking at Yuri. “You like being raped by animal? You, I regard as nothing more than that donkey...an animal. Looks like you need a bath.”
The door opened again and Grigor and Anton entered. They untied Mansovar who was screaming in pain and close to his death.
The warehouse was located next to Moscow River. That’s where Yuri would end up, but I still had something more in store for him. It was dark outside. There were only the three of us and...the dog. Anton had tied a towel between Yuri’s legs to prevent him from bleeding or leaving some entrails behind. He now removed the towel.
I kneeled in front of Mansovar who looked almost dead, but not quite. “You hear me, Yuri? How do you feel? Think anyone is going to save you? Will anyone care? I doubt it unless it is the man you pay to let you do business. Now it will stop...or maybe not, since your business seems to thrive. I will take it over and make more money than you ever dreamed of. Sucks doesn’t it.
“Oh look,” I stood up and looked down the pier. “Here comes a dog...looks like a Rottweiler. He’s a big bastard, isn’t he?” The dog loped up, tongue hanging out. I stepped back as did the two other men.
I watched the dog sniff hungrily at Yuri’s bottom. He grasped the end and pulled. Mansovar screamed silently, his taped mouth unable to open. Blood gushed as the dog took out a couple of feet of the colon and intestines. He began to chew.
“Toss him,” I said motioning to the river, “and clean up. Thank you” Turning, I stalked off into the dark, knowing the debt to me had finally been paid.
***
Saturday – August 24, 1991
I slept for the first time in a long while without a nightmare. The day was hot, but I went to the warehouse to check on the clean-up. I knew the two men would not fail me. There was absolutely no sign that Mansovar had ever been there. Grigor moved his car closer to his headquarters taking care to leave no fingerprints anywhere. The only ones on the steering wheel were Mansovar’s.
I wasn’t going to step in and take over his business until a few days passed. When he went missing, his gang would no doubt fight among themselves for the position of leader. If there were any bad apples, there would be enough fighting to eliminate all but the strongest, if there were any. I did wonder how soon Mansovar would turn up, cementing the new leader’s position. Anton was instructed to assign men to watch Mansovar’s gang.
***
Tuesday – September 17, 1991
The police found Yuri’s body or what was left of it. It was dumped into a body bag and taken to the morgue at the biggest hospital in Moscow. I wondered why they just didn’t throw him into Potter’s Field, if there was one, and be done with it. Why waste time finding out what happened. One of my contacts worked at the hospital during the week. I wondered if the man Mansovar paid off was behind the autopsy. If I could get a badge, I could get in without suspicion.
Grigor said he thought he could get one and dropped one off tonight. I cut out one of my many passport pictures to fit the badge. I will go tomorrow night.
Wednesday – September 18, 1991
Well, well, well...I found my pay off man. It’s V. I. Sharpov, Deputy Police Commissioner.
I made my way to the morgue. There was only one person there, supposedly guarding the area, but who was asleep. I went inside the autopsy room. I found the table where Mansovar rested...or what was left of him. The file folder lay on top of the body. I opened it to find out what the doctor decided happened to him. The report was fairly accurate. He died from drowning before the other injuries did the job. They had no clue as to who was responsible.
A copy of the report was sent to V.I. Sharpov. Now I had another high-level officer in the city who would be under my guidance. However he wouldn’t be getting any pay off from me.
***
Saturday – September 28, 1991
Tonight I made my move. Grigor, Anton and Khasinau went to the bar where the numbers gang hung out. I was already there under the guise of a drunken whore. I looked a mess. I was dirty, with oily hair, and had a dress on that barely covered me properly. I did not tell my men I would be watching them.
When the three of them entered, the bar fell silent. The two men Grigor and Anton were as imposing sight as would be two police officers. Khasinau looked rather nice in a suit with a long coat. It had turned cold the last couple of days. He looked bossy! I smiled into my beer.
“Who’s the boss?” Khasinau said.
“Who wants to know,” snarled a patron at the bar.
Anton grabbed him from behind, bringing the man’s arm behind his back and up until he screamed. “Speak to him nicely.”
Grigor looked around the bar for someone who might fit the title. He saw no one and his eyes passed me by without more than a glance. Then he turned back to Khasinau and whispered something in his ear. Alexander nodded.
“I won’t ask again, before I let my men do some more damage to your arm.” He said pleasantly.
The man’s face was twisted with pain as Anton kept the arm up next to his neck. “felgercarb, I am!” Anton loosened his hold.
“My name is Khasinau, Alexander Khasinau, and I’m here to relieve you of your heavy responsibility. The Man is taking over your operation.” He glanced around the room and then back to the man Anton stood behind. “Any objections?”
“What the frack? You can’t walk in here and just take over.”
“I did and we are.” Khasinau said, turning to the crowd. “You now work for The Man. If you have any objections, I suggest you think about what happened to Yuri Mansovar.”
“Yeah, the fool fell into the river and drowned.”
“Sure he did,” said Alexander and he laughed. “I will tell you that The Man has already taken care of the man who was blackmailing your boss for protection money. That won’t happen any more. Furthermore, The Man is giving everyone a raise. How does that sound?”
Everyone shouted their approval. Khasinau took a piece of paper out of his pocket and put it out on the bar. “Here, this is a contract obligating you to continue working now for The Man. Sign it and you’ll get the same raise. Don’t sign it and...” He left the rest unsaid. “You will remain in charge, but I will give the orders. Understand?”
“Da.” He signed the paper.
“Good. You are to come to this address tomorrow at ten without fail. Now I’ll let you get back to your drinking. Spasibo! Do svidaniya.” He left with the two other men.
Now I was the head of the numbers racket in Moscow.
RUSSIAN TRANSLATION
Spasibo – thank you
Do svidaniya – Goodbye
TBC
mbellsdiva
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This couldn't be a shout out to someone we know, could it? :eyebrow:
She finally got the Kashmire group back.
Am I really the first to reply? :musicalnote:
texasalias2004
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Great update. Wow Irina is taking over all of Russia. haha
texasalias
texasalias
Sydney Derevko Bristow
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Finally one of the rapists got a much deserved kind of death h34r: and yay! for Maria
h34r: and yay! for Maria 
rtms
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Hmmm, wow what a few chapters! Irina is a cold bitch handleing her new organization. I do wonder at the prositution ring. I know she uses it to blackmail officials, but it seems kinda iffy given her past history. I would think she would be against the stuff no matter what since it degrades women and takes advantage of them.
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She gave them the opportunity to leave, but if not, she made their lives much more bearable. She even made it possible for them to keep their money and leave. So that wasn't so bad for them if they stayed. In a poor country like Russia at that time, many girls did not have the advantages others had and, sometimes, they had no choice and that was their choice.
sydneymicheal
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She sure made Mansover pay dearly...
Great Update.
Thanks for the pm.
Great Update.
Thanks for the pm.
I guess I forgot to reply last week. It's been busy.
Irina almost seems like the prostitutes Robin Hood. For a second I thought you were going for a noble mob boss, but then, no, so that's good.
Mansovar. OUch! Just, OUCH! I'm just speechless. IT's very in character for her and far more creative than anything I have ever thought of.
Irina almost seems like the prostitutes Robin Hood. For a second I thought you were going for a noble mob boss, but then, no, so that's good.
Mansovar. OUch! Just, OUCH! I'm just speechless. IT's very in character for her and far more creative than anything I have ever thought of.
SYDNEY AND KATYA
Katya came on the line almost at the first ring. Sydney held the 1991 journal in her left hand, as she listened to her aunt on her cell.
“Sydushka, how are you?”
“I’m reading her 1991 journal...it’s awful.”
“What?” Katya had not read all the journals. This was one of them.
“Did you know she ran a couple of—of whore houses in Moscow and the numbers racket too?”
“Yes, after I became her financial accountant and planner.”
“How could she do such a thing?”
“What thing?”
“The whore houses...” Sydney seemed horrified that Irina had participated in that type of venture.
“Sydushka!” Katya snapped. “Your mother made a lot of money by blackmailing men who frequented them. She ran clean houses with periodic physicals on all the women. She owned an apartment house and rented them out to the women. Did you know most of them retired after two or three years? They left that business and eventually married or bought into businesses.”
“Oh!” Sydney realized that prostitution was a business, but her mother did seem a more concerned owner than anyone else she’d heard about.
“Furthermore, Sydney Anne, she never took in underage girls either and you can guess why!”
Sydney nodded. “Yes, I know. It just seemed not to be like her.”
“Hummm, I thought you were beginning to know more about her as you read the journals?”
“Yes, I was, but this was the first time she had anything to do with prostitution.”
“Read on, my dear, and you’ll see what else she did as The Man.”
“Did you know about Yuri Mansovar?”
“One of her rapists?”
“Yes.”
Katya laughed, “No and she never told me. Just that he paid final price. I don’t want to know either. Is there anything else?”
“No. But how are you?”
“Fine. I find I like snow less and less. I’ve bought apartment in Florence near yours.”
“Great! Are you going to live there full time?”
“No, summers are too hot. I’ll head for cooler climates: Rio, Santiago or maybe Sydney. I’ll always keep you informed where I’ll be.”
“Thanks. Sorry I bothered you, but I had to talk to somebody. I try not to say too much to Vaughn.”
There was silence on the other end. “Sydushka, does he know why she killed him?”
“No...He doesn’t want to talk about it.”
“Well you know best how to handle it. Perhaps he’ll ask you some day.”
“Maybe...anyway I’ll probably call you again.”
“One question before you go. Do you know your mother a little bit better than before?”
Sydney sighed. “Katya, she’s the most complex person I’ve ever known. Talk to you later.”
*****
Friday – October 25, 1991
I’ve waited a month or more since hiring Maria as my secretary to decide if she will work out. I have to admit that she’s wonderful. Her degree in economics has helped me immensely when Khasinau presents another financial scheme. He wants me to buy real estate with my profits, diversify with stocks and bonds, and some venture capital for the future. Maria gives me a great deal of insight into the economical future of businesses and as well as whether or not stocks and bonds are a good investment. She is worth her weight in gold. She stays and I may make her my financial advisor.
So now I must talk to Galina. I want her to be my procurement officer. I’m fairly sure she will do the job once she agrees to join me. My hesitation is whether or not she is tough enough...and whether or not I can stop thinking about our time together in Central City.
I guess I’ll know more when we meet. I asked Maria to arrange an appointment for tomorrow.
Saturday – October 26, 1991
I saw Galina today at noon. I met her at the office when everyone was gone. Maria set the appointment up as I requested. I was nervous, but I’m not sure why. No...that’s wrong, I did know why.
I knew Galina loved me.
I dressed professionally, but comfortably in plain black slacks and jacket, a red blouse, boots, and jewelry composed of medium gold hoop earrings, a Rolex watch which was real and not a knock-off that you find in Moscow these days as well as a square cut 3 karat diamond ring on my left fourth finger. It covered the gold band I wore on the same finger.
I heard the elevator doors open and close. My heart was thumping loud enough I thought that anyone on the street could hear it. There was a knock on my door.
“Come in,” I said my voice almost cracking.
The door opened and Galina faced me. She wore denim jeans, white turtleneck sweater, over which she’d thrown a fleece-lined denim jacket. It was cold now as we approached winter, but it wouldn’t be but a few days longer before snow fell with regularity. She wore only a little lipstick. Her blond hair was cut short. She’d used a little mascara on her eyelashes, framing those sparkling blue eyes. She was beautiful.
“Spasibo,” she said sitting down in front of me. She looked around and finally turned her gaze on me. “You look fabulous, dear Irina. Is this yours?” She swept her hand around her as if to encompass everything.
“Da,” I said. “How have you been? I know you are working for McDonald’s. Do you like the job?”
“Da.” She stared at me, her eyes roving over every inch of my face, as though thirsty for some piece of information I was not giving her. “I have five people on my staff. We have certain criteria regarding the vegetables like lettuce, tomatoes, eggs, potatoes; all of it must come from our country.”
“That is good.” I commented. I knew I was fidgeting a little, but hope she didn’t see it.
“Just what did you want to see me about?” She said, crossing her legs.
“I want you to be my procurement officer. It will pay twice what you are making at McDonald’s.”
Her eyebrows raised in surprise. “Twice? Moy bog, what type of business are you in...robbing banks?”
“Kind of...” I smiled, running my tongue across my teeth. “I’m into several types of businesses all of whom make money, but let’s say that they are not at all completely legitimate.”
She pursed her lips and whistled. “Wow, that’s being frank. Aren’t you afraid I’ll tell all?”
“Nyet,” I said softly.
“You’re really just playing with me aren’t you?”
“Would I do that? Remember when we last met, I told you I had plans for my future and that they included you?”
“Yes, I remember everything you said that day...everything.” She crossed her legs and those dangerous blue eyes focused on my face. “I don’t think I can work for you, Irina. It would be too much for me...to see you every day.” She stood suddenly. “However, thank you for hiring Maria and paying her a decent salary. It helps.”
“Galina, how can you turn down this offer?”
“I must.” She faced me, staring down into my face. “I love you. I cannot work for you for that reason. Remember, you said, ‘I have no desire to have sex with a woman. It isn’t right for me. Understand?’ Those words were seared into my memory. So I cannot work for you, no matter how much money you wave in front of me.” She turned, walking away.
“Galina, wait!” I swallowed hard. “I too remember what happened...especially your kiss!”
She turned to look at me, her eyes searching mine for some sense I was not lying and that I meant what I said.
“I’ve never forgotten it...and what’s more, I can’t.” I stood walking toward her. “I want to experience that feeling again.”
Galina’s eyes widened with hope. “Then kiss me,” she ordered and threw her arms around my neck; her hands grasped my hair, gently pulling me toward her.
There was no hesitation. I pulled her close and bent over her face, dropping my lips onto hers. I explored them with gentle kisses at first, and then my tongue insisted on going inside between them, exploring every tooth, dueling with her tongue, licking her gums and every inch of her mouth inside. This kiss took minutes to finish and we both were out of breath. I felt wet between my legs and was surprised by the tingling I felt also.
Galina stared at me. “I think that I want you...very much, Irina Derevko.” She cocked her head. “What’s more, I think you want me.” She smiled. “I will work for you, Irina, if you will...stay with me one night...all night.”
“Isn’t that blackmail?”
“Blackmail? Well, I guess you should know.” She grinned. “No, it’s a promise of pleasure beyond your wildest dreams.” She touched my mouth. “Give me a bonus now. I don’t want any money, just your body for one night.”
We stared at each other.
“Da,” I whispered. “I will come to your place.”
“There’s Maria,” she said. “Your place.”
I was breathing heavy and my heart was doing all sorts of funny things. I blinked; then nodded. I gave her my address. “What time?”
“Let’s have dinner first,” she answered. “I’ll pick you up. My treat and say, eight?”
“Fine.” I stepped back looking at her. “How should I dress on our first date?”
“I’d love to see you in something sexy.” She smiled. Turning, she walked out the door, leaving me staring after her.
What was I doing? It was as if I’d lost all control of my senses except one—passion. Perhaps that was what I was missing or had been missing. I knew I’d been a passionate wife to Jack. Since my return though there had been none. Not even Oleg made me passionate to the degree I had with Jack. However, Galina now, she was someone different. I would give up one night. What was so bad about that? She would then work for me.
I’m writing this before she picks me up. I’m not sure what the evening will bring. However, I did dress as she asked. Date bait, as Jack once said to me when I’d put on something similar. The spaghetti-strap dress was made of a soft clinging material that accented every curve. The color was red. Accompanying it I wore black three-inch heels, a pearl necklace with matching earrings and no watch, just my rings.
I expect her any minute.
Sunday – October 29, 1991
My God!
It’s hard to get my facts in order. Truth is my heart and brain seem to collide every time I try to write coherently. It’s a struggle, but I am determined.
Galina was on time. Promptly at eight she knocked. I opened the door and she stepped inside, staring at me from head to foot and back again. “Stunning,” she said. I could see she was hard put not to kiss me. I knew she wanted to. She had in truth asked me out on a date, so she could help me on with my coat.
She drove us to a small restaurant somewhere in the city. She said it was only a couple of kilometers from her apartment. She liked it because the food was good and the ambiance was pleasant.
When we arrived, we were shown to a booth she had reserved. I allowed her to do the ordering as she was, evidently, accustomed to dining here often. The food was good. She ordered a bottle of wine which we drank all of during our meal. Galina told me about herself and her family and, of course, asked about mine. I told her my parents were dead. I had a sister who lived in Moscow during the summer, but was stationed in Rome during the rest of the year. One other sister, I said, I had not seen in years.
We finished by nine-thirty and Galina drove back to my apartment. Once inside, she helped me off with my coat. She placed it on the coat rack; then smiled.
“Where is your bedroom?”
“There,” I nodded toward the closed door. “Do you want a nightcap?” I think I was putting off the inevitable. “Vodka?”
“Spasibo.” She followed me to the kitchen. I pulled open the freezer door and took out a bottle of my favorite. I poured out two jiggers apiece and handed her one. “To us,” she said and drank it in one swallow.
“To tonight,” I said and swallowed it all.
I started for the bedroom, trembling just slightly, but she didn’t notice. She took my hand and stood with me beside the bed. “I want to undress you. May I?”
“Da,” I said, kicking off my heels.
She leaned forward and kissed me softly on the lips. Galina moved behind me and unzipped the dress, letting it fall to the floor. I wore no bra. I heard her intake of breath as she saw my back. “Tell me,” she said angrily. Her fingers traced the white scars which had not faded yet.
“Ten years ago I was sent to prison as a suspected traitor. Those are my re-education scars.” My voice held a tinge of bitterness in it. I felt her lips on my back, kissing the scars as if to make them go away.
Galina’s lips felt soft, caressing almost. Her hands unsnapped the garters from my hose. She pulled the belt down over my hips, letting it fall to the ground. My breath caught as her hands stroked my thighs while rolling each hose down my long legs. She stood and stepped back around to face me. Her eyes seemed to drink in every inch of skin I had. She caught her breath again when she saw the scars around my waist and abdomen. Again she kissed them.
“How long do you stay dressed,” I whispered.
“I’m not finished with you. Be patient.” She whispered back, leaning forward to kiss my nipples, catching them between her teeth and pulling. The nipples were hard and ached with desire.
I moaned.
She laughed lightly; then slowly pulled off my red lace panties, leaving me bare-assed naked. She kissed the patch of dark hair between my legs and stood. “Now, my Irina, for you are mine tonight.”
Her clothes were off in less than five seconds. She wore no bra and panties. As my eyes traveled over her body, I saw no blemishes, just white skin, soft and...desirable. The patch of hair between her legs was as blond as the hair on her head.
“To bed with you,” she said, pushing me down. “Let me work. Just relax and enjoy.”
I did and I did. It was incredible. She kneeled with one leg between my legs and began by kissing me. Her hands worked their way into my hair and she held my head still as her lips covered my face with kisses. She then sent her tongue dashing into my mouth, working more magic until I felt my heart beating so hard it surely could be felt.
I felt desire wash over me like a waterfall, never stopping. She moved down my body until she reached my breasts which were not bad for a 40 year old and sucked the right, pulling and twisting the nipple with her mouth, while playing with the other breast with her free hand. Then she reversed herself and worked on the other...kissing...sucking. I closed my eyes, my mind playing with my past, remembering the love-making between Jack and me.
“Relax,” she whispered, lifting her face up to look at me.
“Impossible,” I panted feeling my body heating up.
Galina, finished with my breasts, moved to my abdomen, kissing and sucking my on fire body, her tongue mercilessly probing everywhere as she moved ever so slowly downward, back and forth across my abdomen and both thighs until she came to my rich patch of fine dark hair and labia. Her tongue leaped to my clitoris, touching, licking, and sucking voraciously as though there was not enough to eat.
Now I was gasping, whimpering, and unable to speak. My heart thundered in my chest as I felt my body reach for the climax I knew was just ahead. “Hurry,” I gasped, “please!”
Galina wiggled her right hand and pushed three fingers inside me, eliciting a high-pitched moan. Her lips held onto the clit as she pushed herself up slightly allowing her enough room to maneuver her right hand and fingers further inside me in a thrusting motion. I thought I would never reach the top of my desire.
She stopped! Lifting her head, grinning at me, she whispered, “Like it?” She didn’t give me a chance to answer as she moved down on my clit again, voraciously sucking as her fingers thrust hard. I gasped as desire mounted.
Suddenly I arched my back, shuddering as the orgasm hit me as hard as I’d ever experienced. Galina kept thrusting, slowly, but hard and each time I felt my body respond. She kept at me and I kept peaking and falling time and time again.
Finally, I was exhausted; I couldn’t take anymore, but Galina seemed to take it as a challenge to see how many orgasms I had in me. She thrust again, I shuddered and collapsed back on the sheets totally spent. She had done the work, but I was drained of all emotion and my energy.
I fell into a deep sleep as she curled up next to me. “I love you,” she whispered. It was the last thing I remember.
I awoke to find her gone and a note on the other pillow.
“I have to give two weeks notice and then I will join you. Thank you for an incredible evening.”
I fell back onto my pillow. I glanced at the clock and saw that it was late. I went into the bathroom and stood for what seemed an hour under the water. It poured over me and my thoughts cascaded over my mind, thinking about last night. Galina had proved herself to be an adept lover and a provider of excellent sex.
Nyet, Irina, nyet.
RUSSIAN TRANSLATION
Moy bog – My God
Spasibo – Thank you
SYDNEY AND VAUGHN
“Oh my gosh,” Sydney closed the journal.
“What now? Did your mother kill someone else?” Vaughn looked up.
“No,” she answered. “She had an affair...”
“Nothing new,” said Vaughn, putting his magazine down.
“...with a woman.”
Vaughn’s eyebrows shifted upward. “Well, that is new. Who was it?”
“I don’t know her. Didn’t ever hear Mom say her name.”
“You didn’t exactly spend a lot of time together,” Vaughn said.
Sydney sighed, “I know, but it’s just so...so...unexpected.”
“Nothing your mother did should be considered unexpected. I wonder if your aunt knows anything.”
“Maybe. I’ll check with her the next time she and I talk.”
***
TBC
Katya came on the line almost at the first ring. Sydney held the 1991 journal in her left hand, as she listened to her aunt on her cell.
“Sydushka, how are you?”
“I’m reading her 1991 journal...it’s awful.”
“What?” Katya had not read all the journals. This was one of them.
“Did you know she ran a couple of—of whore houses in Moscow and the numbers racket too?”
“Yes, after I became her financial accountant and planner.”
“How could she do such a thing?”
“What thing?”
“The whore houses...” Sydney seemed horrified that Irina had participated in that type of venture.
“Sydushka!” Katya snapped. “Your mother made a lot of money by blackmailing men who frequented them. She ran clean houses with periodic physicals on all the women. She owned an apartment house and rented them out to the women. Did you know most of them retired after two or three years? They left that business and eventually married or bought into businesses.”
“Oh!” Sydney realized that prostitution was a business, but her mother did seem a more concerned owner than anyone else she’d heard about.
“Furthermore, Sydney Anne, she never took in underage girls either and you can guess why!”
Sydney nodded. “Yes, I know. It just seemed not to be like her.”
“Hummm, I thought you were beginning to know more about her as you read the journals?”
“Yes, I was, but this was the first time she had anything to do with prostitution.”
“Read on, my dear, and you’ll see what else she did as The Man.”
“Did you know about Yuri Mansovar?”
“One of her rapists?”
“Yes.”
Katya laughed, “No and she never told me. Just that he paid final price. I don’t want to know either. Is there anything else?”
“No. But how are you?”
“Fine. I find I like snow less and less. I’ve bought apartment in Florence near yours.”
“Great! Are you going to live there full time?”
“No, summers are too hot. I’ll head for cooler climates: Rio, Santiago or maybe Sydney. I’ll always keep you informed where I’ll be.”
“Thanks. Sorry I bothered you, but I had to talk to somebody. I try not to say too much to Vaughn.”
There was silence on the other end. “Sydushka, does he know why she killed him?”
“No...He doesn’t want to talk about it.”
“Well you know best how to handle it. Perhaps he’ll ask you some day.”
“Maybe...anyway I’ll probably call you again.”
“One question before you go. Do you know your mother a little bit better than before?”
Sydney sighed. “Katya, she’s the most complex person I’ve ever known. Talk to you later.”
*****
Friday – October 25, 1991
I’ve waited a month or more since hiring Maria as my secretary to decide if she will work out. I have to admit that she’s wonderful. Her degree in economics has helped me immensely when Khasinau presents another financial scheme. He wants me to buy real estate with my profits, diversify with stocks and bonds, and some venture capital for the future. Maria gives me a great deal of insight into the economical future of businesses and as well as whether or not stocks and bonds are a good investment. She is worth her weight in gold. She stays and I may make her my financial advisor.
So now I must talk to Galina. I want her to be my procurement officer. I’m fairly sure she will do the job once she agrees to join me. My hesitation is whether or not she is tough enough...and whether or not I can stop thinking about our time together in Central City.
I guess I’ll know more when we meet. I asked Maria to arrange an appointment for tomorrow.
Saturday – October 26, 1991
I saw Galina today at noon. I met her at the office when everyone was gone. Maria set the appointment up as I requested. I was nervous, but I’m not sure why. No...that’s wrong, I did know why.
I knew Galina loved me.
I dressed professionally, but comfortably in plain black slacks and jacket, a red blouse, boots, and jewelry composed of medium gold hoop earrings, a Rolex watch which was real and not a knock-off that you find in Moscow these days as well as a square cut 3 karat diamond ring on my left fourth finger. It covered the gold band I wore on the same finger.
I heard the elevator doors open and close. My heart was thumping loud enough I thought that anyone on the street could hear it. There was a knock on my door.
“Come in,” I said my voice almost cracking.
The door opened and Galina faced me. She wore denim jeans, white turtleneck sweater, over which she’d thrown a fleece-lined denim jacket. It was cold now as we approached winter, but it wouldn’t be but a few days longer before snow fell with regularity. She wore only a little lipstick. Her blond hair was cut short. She’d used a little mascara on her eyelashes, framing those sparkling blue eyes. She was beautiful.
“Spasibo,” she said sitting down in front of me. She looked around and finally turned her gaze on me. “You look fabulous, dear Irina. Is this yours?” She swept her hand around her as if to encompass everything.
“Da,” I said. “How have you been? I know you are working for McDonald’s. Do you like the job?”
“Da.” She stared at me, her eyes roving over every inch of my face, as though thirsty for some piece of information I was not giving her. “I have five people on my staff. We have certain criteria regarding the vegetables like lettuce, tomatoes, eggs, potatoes; all of it must come from our country.”
“That is good.” I commented. I knew I was fidgeting a little, but hope she didn’t see it.
“Just what did you want to see me about?” She said, crossing her legs.
“I want you to be my procurement officer. It will pay twice what you are making at McDonald’s.”
Her eyebrows raised in surprise. “Twice? Moy bog, what type of business are you in...robbing banks?”
“Kind of...” I smiled, running my tongue across my teeth. “I’m into several types of businesses all of whom make money, but let’s say that they are not at all completely legitimate.”
She pursed her lips and whistled. “Wow, that’s being frank. Aren’t you afraid I’ll tell all?”
“Nyet,” I said softly.
“You’re really just playing with me aren’t you?”
“Would I do that? Remember when we last met, I told you I had plans for my future and that they included you?”
“Yes, I remember everything you said that day...everything.” She crossed her legs and those dangerous blue eyes focused on my face. “I don’t think I can work for you, Irina. It would be too much for me...to see you every day.” She stood suddenly. “However, thank you for hiring Maria and paying her a decent salary. It helps.”
“Galina, how can you turn down this offer?”
“I must.” She faced me, staring down into my face. “I love you. I cannot work for you for that reason. Remember, you said, ‘I have no desire to have sex with a woman. It isn’t right for me. Understand?’ Those words were seared into my memory. So I cannot work for you, no matter how much money you wave in front of me.” She turned, walking away.
“Galina, wait!” I swallowed hard. “I too remember what happened...especially your kiss!”
She turned to look at me, her eyes searching mine for some sense I was not lying and that I meant what I said.
“I’ve never forgotten it...and what’s more, I can’t.” I stood walking toward her. “I want to experience that feeling again.”
Galina’s eyes widened with hope. “Then kiss me,” she ordered and threw her arms around my neck; her hands grasped my hair, gently pulling me toward her.
There was no hesitation. I pulled her close and bent over her face, dropping my lips onto hers. I explored them with gentle kisses at first, and then my tongue insisted on going inside between them, exploring every tooth, dueling with her tongue, licking her gums and every inch of her mouth inside. This kiss took minutes to finish and we both were out of breath. I felt wet between my legs and was surprised by the tingling I felt also.
Galina stared at me. “I think that I want you...very much, Irina Derevko.” She cocked her head. “What’s more, I think you want me.” She smiled. “I will work for you, Irina, if you will...stay with me one night...all night.”
“Isn’t that blackmail?”
“Blackmail? Well, I guess you should know.” She grinned. “No, it’s a promise of pleasure beyond your wildest dreams.” She touched my mouth. “Give me a bonus now. I don’t want any money, just your body for one night.”
We stared at each other.
“Da,” I whispered. “I will come to your place.”
“There’s Maria,” she said. “Your place.”
I was breathing heavy and my heart was doing all sorts of funny things. I blinked; then nodded. I gave her my address. “What time?”
“Let’s have dinner first,” she answered. “I’ll pick you up. My treat and say, eight?”
“Fine.” I stepped back looking at her. “How should I dress on our first date?”
“I’d love to see you in something sexy.” She smiled. Turning, she walked out the door, leaving me staring after her.
What was I doing? It was as if I’d lost all control of my senses except one—passion. Perhaps that was what I was missing or had been missing. I knew I’d been a passionate wife to Jack. Since my return though there had been none. Not even Oleg made me passionate to the degree I had with Jack. However, Galina now, she was someone different. I would give up one night. What was so bad about that? She would then work for me.
I’m writing this before she picks me up. I’m not sure what the evening will bring. However, I did dress as she asked. Date bait, as Jack once said to me when I’d put on something similar. The spaghetti-strap dress was made of a soft clinging material that accented every curve. The color was red. Accompanying it I wore black three-inch heels, a pearl necklace with matching earrings and no watch, just my rings.
I expect her any minute.
Sunday – October 29, 1991
My God!
It’s hard to get my facts in order. Truth is my heart and brain seem to collide every time I try to write coherently. It’s a struggle, but I am determined.
Galina was on time. Promptly at eight she knocked. I opened the door and she stepped inside, staring at me from head to foot and back again. “Stunning,” she said. I could see she was hard put not to kiss me. I knew she wanted to. She had in truth asked me out on a date, so she could help me on with my coat.
She drove us to a small restaurant somewhere in the city. She said it was only a couple of kilometers from her apartment. She liked it because the food was good and the ambiance was pleasant.
When we arrived, we were shown to a booth she had reserved. I allowed her to do the ordering as she was, evidently, accustomed to dining here often. The food was good. She ordered a bottle of wine which we drank all of during our meal. Galina told me about herself and her family and, of course, asked about mine. I told her my parents were dead. I had a sister who lived in Moscow during the summer, but was stationed in Rome during the rest of the year. One other sister, I said, I had not seen in years.
We finished by nine-thirty and Galina drove back to my apartment. Once inside, she helped me off with my coat. She placed it on the coat rack; then smiled.
“Where is your bedroom?”
“There,” I nodded toward the closed door. “Do you want a nightcap?” I think I was putting off the inevitable. “Vodka?”
“Spasibo.” She followed me to the kitchen. I pulled open the freezer door and took out a bottle of my favorite. I poured out two jiggers apiece and handed her one. “To us,” she said and drank it in one swallow.
“To tonight,” I said and swallowed it all.
I started for the bedroom, trembling just slightly, but she didn’t notice. She took my hand and stood with me beside the bed. “I want to undress you. May I?”
“Da,” I said, kicking off my heels.
She leaned forward and kissed me softly on the lips. Galina moved behind me and unzipped the dress, letting it fall to the floor. I wore no bra. I heard her intake of breath as she saw my back. “Tell me,” she said angrily. Her fingers traced the white scars which had not faded yet.
“Ten years ago I was sent to prison as a suspected traitor. Those are my re-education scars.” My voice held a tinge of bitterness in it. I felt her lips on my back, kissing the scars as if to make them go away.
Galina’s lips felt soft, caressing almost. Her hands unsnapped the garters from my hose. She pulled the belt down over my hips, letting it fall to the ground. My breath caught as her hands stroked my thighs while rolling each hose down my long legs. She stood and stepped back around to face me. Her eyes seemed to drink in every inch of skin I had. She caught her breath again when she saw the scars around my waist and abdomen. Again she kissed them.
“How long do you stay dressed,” I whispered.
“I’m not finished with you. Be patient.” She whispered back, leaning forward to kiss my nipples, catching them between her teeth and pulling. The nipples were hard and ached with desire.
I moaned.
She laughed lightly; then slowly pulled off my red lace panties, leaving me bare-assed naked. She kissed the patch of dark hair between my legs and stood. “Now, my Irina, for you are mine tonight.”
Her clothes were off in less than five seconds. She wore no bra and panties. As my eyes traveled over her body, I saw no blemishes, just white skin, soft and...desirable. The patch of hair between her legs was as blond as the hair on her head.
“To bed with you,” she said, pushing me down. “Let me work. Just relax and enjoy.”
I did and I did. It was incredible. She kneeled with one leg between my legs and began by kissing me. Her hands worked their way into my hair and she held my head still as her lips covered my face with kisses. She then sent her tongue dashing into my mouth, working more magic until I felt my heart beating so hard it surely could be felt.
I felt desire wash over me like a waterfall, never stopping. She moved down my body until she reached my breasts which were not bad for a 40 year old and sucked the right, pulling and twisting the nipple with her mouth, while playing with the other breast with her free hand. Then she reversed herself and worked on the other...kissing...sucking. I closed my eyes, my mind playing with my past, remembering the love-making between Jack and me.
“Relax,” she whispered, lifting her face up to look at me.
“Impossible,” I panted feeling my body heating up.
Galina, finished with my breasts, moved to my abdomen, kissing and sucking my on fire body, her tongue mercilessly probing everywhere as she moved ever so slowly downward, back and forth across my abdomen and both thighs until she came to my rich patch of fine dark hair and labia. Her tongue leaped to my clitoris, touching, licking, and sucking voraciously as though there was not enough to eat.
Now I was gasping, whimpering, and unable to speak. My heart thundered in my chest as I felt my body reach for the climax I knew was just ahead. “Hurry,” I gasped, “please!”
Galina wiggled her right hand and pushed three fingers inside me, eliciting a high-pitched moan. Her lips held onto the clit as she pushed herself up slightly allowing her enough room to maneuver her right hand and fingers further inside me in a thrusting motion. I thought I would never reach the top of my desire.
She stopped! Lifting her head, grinning at me, she whispered, “Like it?” She didn’t give me a chance to answer as she moved down on my clit again, voraciously sucking as her fingers thrust hard. I gasped as desire mounted.
Suddenly I arched my back, shuddering as the orgasm hit me as hard as I’d ever experienced. Galina kept thrusting, slowly, but hard and each time I felt my body respond. She kept at me and I kept peaking and falling time and time again.
Finally, I was exhausted; I couldn’t take anymore, but Galina seemed to take it as a challenge to see how many orgasms I had in me. She thrust again, I shuddered and collapsed back on the sheets totally spent. She had done the work, but I was drained of all emotion and my energy.
I fell into a deep sleep as she curled up next to me. “I love you,” she whispered. It was the last thing I remember.
I awoke to find her gone and a note on the other pillow.
“I have to give two weeks notice and then I will join you. Thank you for an incredible evening.”
I fell back onto my pillow. I glanced at the clock and saw that it was late. I went into the bathroom and stood for what seemed an hour under the water. It poured over me and my thoughts cascaded over my mind, thinking about last night. Galina had proved herself to be an adept lover and a provider of excellent sex.
Nyet, Irina, nyet.
RUSSIAN TRANSLATION
Moy bog – My God
Spasibo – Thank you
SYDNEY AND VAUGHN
“Oh my gosh,” Sydney closed the journal.
“What now? Did your mother kill someone else?” Vaughn looked up.
“No,” she answered. “She had an affair...”
“Nothing new,” said Vaughn, putting his magazine down.
“...with a woman.”
Vaughn’s eyebrows shifted upward. “Well, that is new. Who was it?”
“I don’t know her. Didn’t ever hear Mom say her name.”
“You didn’t exactly spend a lot of time together,” Vaughn said.
Sydney sighed, “I know, but it’s just so...so...unexpected.”
“Nothing your mother did should be considered unexpected. I wonder if your aunt knows anything.”
“Maybe. I’ll check with her the next time she and I talk.”
***
TBC
texasalias2004
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Great update. Thanks
texasalias
texasalias
Dlenafan
Cadet
Oh my that was some update
I really feel Irina needed that, some TLC.
I also feel that Sydney is learning more and more about her mother - she is beginning to learn the complexities and maybe, hopefully, beginning to understand why her mother acted like she did. I really think you've done a great job portraying not only Irina, but also Sydney and Katya.
I look forward to the next update.
On a side note: are you taking this story up until Irina and Sydney meet in Barcelona, or are you continuing further on, till her fall from the skylight??
I really feel Irina needed that, some TLC.
I also feel that Sydney is learning more and more about her mother - she is beginning to learn the complexities and maybe, hopefully, beginning to understand why her mother acted like she did. I really think you've done a great job portraying not only Irina, but also Sydney and Katya.
I look forward to the next update.
On a side note: are you taking this story up until Irina and Sydney meet in Barcelona, or are you continuing further on, till her fall from the skylight??
Sydney Derevko Bristow
Cadet
It was hard for me to read this chapter because I don't read fanfics that pair Irina or Jack with other than each other. I just don't wanna picture them with someone else..
Sydney Derevko Bristow wrote:
I realize that many could not imagine them being untrue to each other, but remember, both were fairly young when Irina was extracted. They both had needs and neither ever expected to see the other again, so romanticism aside, they sought out other companionship. The rape experiences Irina went through in Kashmir didn't make her exactly desirious of having a man either. This was an attempt to fill in the gaps between the extraction and Panama.
I realize that many could not imagine them being untrue to each other, but remember, both were fairly young when Irina was extracted. They both had needs and neither ever expected to see the other again, so romanticism aside, they sought out other companionship. The rape experiences Irina went through in Kashmir didn't make her exactly desirious of having a man either. This was an attempt to fill in the gaps between the extraction and Panama.