2-Birth
Ivan was nervous. His bosses at the University and the Party insisted he go to Prague for another conference regarding his most recent paper, which he published. Irina was in her ninth month and expecting any day. She was cursing him now with the passing of each day she was late. Now he must tell her that he was going to Prague for another conference. He did not relish telling her.
He walked up the steps to the apartment on the second floor. He stood outside their door for ten minutes, trying to figure out a way to tell her the awful news. He told the University President he could not go…that his wife was about to have their first child.
“I am sorry, but you have to go, Ivan. It is important for the Party and for you.”
Ivan nearly cried, “Irina will kill me. She is a week late already; if I go…”
“You have no option.” The President sat down. He tried to look stern, but he did have a great deal of sympathy for the brilliant engineer. However, the Party was not giving an inch.
“I wish they had to face my wife.” Ivan turned around and left the room.
Now was the time. He opened the door and stepped inside. Irina was in the kitchen. She turned when he entered. She was big, very big. Ivan was sure the baby would weigh more than 9 pounds. If she didn’t deliver soon, it might be ten pounds or more. He put his briefcase down, walked over to kiss her.
“No labor pains?”
Her eyes were brimming as if she would cry. She shook her head. “Nyet!”
He sighed. “I have bad news.”
She stared at him suspiciously. “Da…”
“I’m being ordered to Prague for a conference tomorrow. They want me to present my paper!”
She stared at him; then sat down heavily. She began to cry. “Nyet, nyet, nyet…they are monsters.”
“Sweetheart,” Ivan jumped up to put his arms around her. “I begged, but they would not relent. They…they said there were good doctors to help…”
“Sooksin!” Irina replied, wiping the tears from her eyes. “They don’t have to carry a child who is refusing to come out when it’s supposed too!”
“If I disobey…” Ivan knew only too well what would happen, as did she. “We have to manage, Irina!” He pulled her into his arms and kissed her gently.
Ivan left the next day accompanied by Anton again. He called Irina as soon as they were in the hotel. She was home. Nothing yet. He slept fitfully that night, having purchased a bottle of vodka for Anton, but still hating to be away from Irina. Up early he went downstairs to the front desk and checked for messages. There was one that the clerk gave him without comment.
“Your lecture is in the hall at ten.”
After memorizing it, Ivan burned it. It was a message from the Prague CIA agent stationed at the American Embassy. He quickly returned to his room and decoded it. There was another agent to eliminate. He was a member of the Czech secret police and not a Russian. Ivan was grateful for that. He worried the KGB might put two and two together and come up with the teacher from the University. He had to warn his contact that as he went on lectures to conferences, his extracurricular work must be staggered. He did not want the KGB knocking at his and Irina’s front door.
An hour later, he roused Anton, who was once again in a stupor, hung-over from his drinking bout. Ivan waited for him to shower and dress. He knew Anton had orders to stay with Ivan during the day’s conference and Ivan certainly did not want Anton to get into trouble. He was worried though that the KGB would learn about his drinking problem. They might not assign Anton to be his ‘bodyguard’. Ivan was actually thinking about complaining that Anton was a drunk.
He weighed the pros and cons and assessed Anton’s ability to function during the day. So far, there’d been no trouble. He stuck to Ivan like glue and gave every appearance he was nothing but a sober, serious agent doing his job. Ivan called Irina from the phone downstairs with Anton listening…as he should.
“How are you, milochka?”
“How do you think?” She snapped. Then sounding contrite, she continued. “Sorry but if this child doesn’t make its appearance soon, I’ll rip it out myself!”
“Are your sisters handy today?”
“Nyet!”
Ivan was worried. “Is there anyone at the apartment who can help you? I mean if you get the labor pains.”
“Nyet!”
He groaned. He wanted to be there to help her in case…he sighed, “Please be careful. I present my paper and then maybe I will come home tonight if I can get a plane out of here. I love you.”
“I’m not sure I love you at this moment!” She growled the words as she felt the baby kick her. “I’ve got to pee. Call me if you can come home.”
“Da, sweetheart,” he answered, but she’d already slammed the phone down.
He turned to Anton, “Do you suppose you can get us reservations out tonight?”
Anton sighed. He knew his drinking would be curtailed if they left, but he was a father and he knew what Ivan was going through. “I will try. You present the paper and I go to our Embassy.”
Ivan smiled and nodded. However, he knew he would have the time then to take care of his assignment while Anton was gone.
Ivan sat in his hotel room, waiting for Anton. His mission was accomplished. The weapon assigned to him was on the roof of the building over-looking the police department of Prague. Wearing gloves, dark coat and hat, Ivan found his target in the office directly across the street and shot him. The man was dead. Ivan left the roof making his way to the street below. He knew someone else was close by to remove the rifle and disappear.
There was a knock at his door. “Come in,” he called.
Anton appeared. “I am sorry, Comrade Ivan, but the Embassy cannot help us tonight. They say we have to wait until tomorrow morning.”
“Then let us have dinner and a drink or two. I must call my Irina and tell her the bad news.”
“Of course. Do you want to call now or after dinner?”
“After.” Ivan rose and they left the room.
As they ate dinner in the bar, Anton had several drinks. Ivan decided to have none since it would be suspicious to the KGB when they got the bill to see four drinks. They would suspect nothing if each one had two apiece. When they were finished, Anton accompanied Ivan to the outside telephone. Minutes later, Ivan was talking to Irina, but he watched as Anton moved back to the bar. He knew the man was buying another bottle of vodka.
“Are you okay, darling?”
“Nyet. Our child is seriously making me mad.”
“Hold on, I’ll be home tomorrow. I tried to get a plane out today, but the Embassy said not until tomorrow.”
“I don’t expect our child will make an appearance yet, but both Katya and Yelena are in their apartment. If I need anything they’ll be able to help me.”
“I love you. I’ll be home as soon as I can.”
The next day around two in the afternoon, Ivan’s plane landed at the airport. As he left the plane, two men in dark coats approached. Anton was behind Ivan and cleared his throat slightly. He was afraid.
“Ivan Brestov?” One man asked.
“Yes?” Cold fear gripped him for the moment.
“Your wife is at the hospital giving birth. One of us is going to take you and the other will take Anton back to headquarters.”
Ivan took off at a run, “Hurry!”
The other men laughed. Ivan Brestov was about to come up to a woman giving birth and all three knew he might be running into a buzz saw. One man broke after him and led the way to the car. Ivan jumped into the passenger seat, tossing his two bags in the back.
“Don’t worry, my friend, these things take time.”
“My wife is almost two weeks late…it’s already taken too much time.”
They made it to the hospital in less than thirty minutes. Ivan grabbed his two bags and hurried inside where a nurse pointed him in the direction of the maternity ward. He ran frantically to the unit where he found both Katya and Yelena pacing the floor. Both looked at him when he arrived.
“Where is she,” he cried.
“In there.” They pointed as Katya answered.
He ran to the door and pushed it open. “Irina,” he cried. He stopped dead staring at a sight that most men had not seen. Their baby was coming out of Irina, whose face seemed out of shape. She was pushing as hard as she could. The young woman doctor was gently pulling the baby’s head. When the baby’s shoulders came out, she switched and continued pulling using the shoulders. A moment later, the full body and legs were out. Irina gave a gasp of relief and then looked up to see him gaping at the women.
“Ivan! Twenty minutes ago I would have killed you.” Her face was wet with sweat and her long dark hair lie damp on her head.
“Irina, darling! I just arrived here.” He took a tentative step inside.
The doctor turned and shook her finger at him. “Back. We will call you when it is time to see mother and child.”
“It’s a girl,” cried Irina as he turned and left the room.
Katya and Yelena hurried up to him. “What?”
“Amazing, simply amazing,” he said as he sat down, shaking his head. No one ever prepared him for this experience. “We have a baby girl.”
“Good,” said Yelena, “Derevkos have girls.”
“Your father isn’t a Derevko?”
“Derevkos come from mother, grandmother, great grandmother. For some reason, that family line is all girls.”
Ivan didn’t care. All he cared about was the baby was all there and in good health.
TBC
Ivan was nervous. His bosses at the University and the Party insisted he go to Prague for another conference regarding his most recent paper, which he published. Irina was in her ninth month and expecting any day. She was cursing him now with the passing of each day she was late. Now he must tell her that he was going to Prague for another conference. He did not relish telling her.
He walked up the steps to the apartment on the second floor. He stood outside their door for ten minutes, trying to figure out a way to tell her the awful news. He told the University President he could not go…that his wife was about to have their first child.
“I am sorry, but you have to go, Ivan. It is important for the Party and for you.”
Ivan nearly cried, “Irina will kill me. She is a week late already; if I go…”
“You have no option.” The President sat down. He tried to look stern, but he did have a great deal of sympathy for the brilliant engineer. However, the Party was not giving an inch.
“I wish they had to face my wife.” Ivan turned around and left the room.
Now was the time. He opened the door and stepped inside. Irina was in the kitchen. She turned when he entered. She was big, very big. Ivan was sure the baby would weigh more than 9 pounds. If she didn’t deliver soon, it might be ten pounds or more. He put his briefcase down, walked over to kiss her.
“No labor pains?”
Her eyes were brimming as if she would cry. She shook her head. “Nyet!”
He sighed. “I have bad news.”
She stared at him suspiciously. “Da…”
“I’m being ordered to Prague for a conference tomorrow. They want me to present my paper!”
She stared at him; then sat down heavily. She began to cry. “Nyet, nyet, nyet…they are monsters.”
“Sweetheart,” Ivan jumped up to put his arms around her. “I begged, but they would not relent. They…they said there were good doctors to help…”
“Sooksin!” Irina replied, wiping the tears from her eyes. “They don’t have to carry a child who is refusing to come out when it’s supposed too!”
“If I disobey…” Ivan knew only too well what would happen, as did she. “We have to manage, Irina!” He pulled her into his arms and kissed her gently.
Ivan left the next day accompanied by Anton again. He called Irina as soon as they were in the hotel. She was home. Nothing yet. He slept fitfully that night, having purchased a bottle of vodka for Anton, but still hating to be away from Irina. Up early he went downstairs to the front desk and checked for messages. There was one that the clerk gave him without comment.
“Your lecture is in the hall at ten.”
After memorizing it, Ivan burned it. It was a message from the Prague CIA agent stationed at the American Embassy. He quickly returned to his room and decoded it. There was another agent to eliminate. He was a member of the Czech secret police and not a Russian. Ivan was grateful for that. He worried the KGB might put two and two together and come up with the teacher from the University. He had to warn his contact that as he went on lectures to conferences, his extracurricular work must be staggered. He did not want the KGB knocking at his and Irina’s front door.
An hour later, he roused Anton, who was once again in a stupor, hung-over from his drinking bout. Ivan waited for him to shower and dress. He knew Anton had orders to stay with Ivan during the day’s conference and Ivan certainly did not want Anton to get into trouble. He was worried though that the KGB would learn about his drinking problem. They might not assign Anton to be his ‘bodyguard’. Ivan was actually thinking about complaining that Anton was a drunk.
He weighed the pros and cons and assessed Anton’s ability to function during the day. So far, there’d been no trouble. He stuck to Ivan like glue and gave every appearance he was nothing but a sober, serious agent doing his job. Ivan called Irina from the phone downstairs with Anton listening…as he should.
“How are you, milochka?”
“How do you think?” She snapped. Then sounding contrite, she continued. “Sorry but if this child doesn’t make its appearance soon, I’ll rip it out myself!”
“Are your sisters handy today?”
“Nyet!”
Ivan was worried. “Is there anyone at the apartment who can help you? I mean if you get the labor pains.”
“Nyet!”
He groaned. He wanted to be there to help her in case…he sighed, “Please be careful. I present my paper and then maybe I will come home tonight if I can get a plane out of here. I love you.”
“I’m not sure I love you at this moment!” She growled the words as she felt the baby kick her. “I’ve got to pee. Call me if you can come home.”
“Da, sweetheart,” he answered, but she’d already slammed the phone down.
He turned to Anton, “Do you suppose you can get us reservations out tonight?”
Anton sighed. He knew his drinking would be curtailed if they left, but he was a father and he knew what Ivan was going through. “I will try. You present the paper and I go to our Embassy.”
Ivan smiled and nodded. However, he knew he would have the time then to take care of his assignment while Anton was gone.
Ivan sat in his hotel room, waiting for Anton. His mission was accomplished. The weapon assigned to him was on the roof of the building over-looking the police department of Prague. Wearing gloves, dark coat and hat, Ivan found his target in the office directly across the street and shot him. The man was dead. Ivan left the roof making his way to the street below. He knew someone else was close by to remove the rifle and disappear.
There was a knock at his door. “Come in,” he called.
Anton appeared. “I am sorry, Comrade Ivan, but the Embassy cannot help us tonight. They say we have to wait until tomorrow morning.”
“Then let us have dinner and a drink or two. I must call my Irina and tell her the bad news.”
“Of course. Do you want to call now or after dinner?”
“After.” Ivan rose and they left the room.
As they ate dinner in the bar, Anton had several drinks. Ivan decided to have none since it would be suspicious to the KGB when they got the bill to see four drinks. They would suspect nothing if each one had two apiece. When they were finished, Anton accompanied Ivan to the outside telephone. Minutes later, Ivan was talking to Irina, but he watched as Anton moved back to the bar. He knew the man was buying another bottle of vodka.
“Are you okay, darling?”
“Nyet. Our child is seriously making me mad.”
“Hold on, I’ll be home tomorrow. I tried to get a plane out today, but the Embassy said not until tomorrow.”
“I don’t expect our child will make an appearance yet, but both Katya and Yelena are in their apartment. If I need anything they’ll be able to help me.”
“I love you. I’ll be home as soon as I can.”
The next day around two in the afternoon, Ivan’s plane landed at the airport. As he left the plane, two men in dark coats approached. Anton was behind Ivan and cleared his throat slightly. He was afraid.
“Ivan Brestov?” One man asked.
“Yes?” Cold fear gripped him for the moment.
“Your wife is at the hospital giving birth. One of us is going to take you and the other will take Anton back to headquarters.”
Ivan took off at a run, “Hurry!”
The other men laughed. Ivan Brestov was about to come up to a woman giving birth and all three knew he might be running into a buzz saw. One man broke after him and led the way to the car. Ivan jumped into the passenger seat, tossing his two bags in the back.
“Don’t worry, my friend, these things take time.”
“My wife is almost two weeks late…it’s already taken too much time.”
They made it to the hospital in less than thirty minutes. Ivan grabbed his two bags and hurried inside where a nurse pointed him in the direction of the maternity ward. He ran frantically to the unit where he found both Katya and Yelena pacing the floor. Both looked at him when he arrived.
“Where is she,” he cried.
“In there.” They pointed as Katya answered.
He ran to the door and pushed it open. “Irina,” he cried. He stopped dead staring at a sight that most men had not seen. Their baby was coming out of Irina, whose face seemed out of shape. She was pushing as hard as she could. The young woman doctor was gently pulling the baby’s head. When the baby’s shoulders came out, she switched and continued pulling using the shoulders. A moment later, the full body and legs were out. Irina gave a gasp of relief and then looked up to see him gaping at the women.
“Ivan! Twenty minutes ago I would have killed you.” Her face was wet with sweat and her long dark hair lie damp on her head.
“Irina, darling! I just arrived here.” He took a tentative step inside.
The doctor turned and shook her finger at him. “Back. We will call you when it is time to see mother and child.”
“It’s a girl,” cried Irina as he turned and left the room.
Katya and Yelena hurried up to him. “What?”
“Amazing, simply amazing,” he said as he sat down, shaking his head. No one ever prepared him for this experience. “We have a baby girl.”
“Good,” said Yelena, “Derevkos have girls.”
“Your father isn’t a Derevko?”
“Derevkos come from mother, grandmother, great grandmother. For some reason, that family line is all girls.”
Ivan didn’t care. All he cared about was the baby was all there and in good health.
TBC