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story_codes: MM/gg (11, 5), first, cons

story_intro: Reposnding to the crisis phone call that woke him in the middle of the night, Nikolai is faced with the sticky situation. Two young daughters of an embezzling banker have been rashly kidnapped by a member of the syndicate. There are layers of intrigue with the embezzlement itself, and then Nikolai must also choose a best course of action in dealing with the little captives.

story_language: English





The Commissar, part 2: Transactions

Written by madvlad


	Nikolai stepped onto the snowy curb as Alexei was still opening the door, automatically shifting his weight in a certain way to keep from slipping should his foot loose traction. This was not a concession of age or even a conscious thought - simply a habit of over seventy years spent in mostly Russian winters.

	The former KGB officer turned mob strategist walked swiftly to the building's entrance, hearing his protg fall in just behind him as the door was opened by a guard on the inside. Nikolai said nothing to the younger man until they were in Nikolai's office. Alexei prepared tea from the samovar on the old wood side table, serving his boss before settling in one of the chairs across from the old man's desk.

	"So we have a problem with Theiss," Nikolai began, recapping what little Alexei had told him over the phone concerning the banker in Zurich who handled much of their organization's funds. "I take it he has launched into some capitalistic adventures with our money?"

	Alexei studied the inscrutable look on his mentor's face for barely a moment, knowing he would not read anything into it. The skimming of funds could amount to a death sentence from Andrei Zulev, one of the most powerful oligarchs to rise from the ashes of the USSR and the magnate who ran their organization.

	However, even Zulev realized that such an action could have repercussions internationally and preferred to have the wily old spy, Nikolai, take the lead on this situation. Such was the ex-KGB man's reputation for cool thinking from all angles and flawless execution (in one manner or another) that he had been nicknamed "The Commissar".

	"Kurt Theiss," Alexei recited. "A junior vice-president of Eastern European Finances and Investments with the Bonn-Haden Bank. Aged thirty-eight - a rising young star - with a Brazilian wife, Marcela - a former model who is rather high-strung and frequently takes extended stays at various spas. She's also taking several prescription medications for her nerves - prescriptions that are loosely monitored.

	They have two daughters - Teresa, aged eleven, and Greta, aged five. Between their father's work and their mother's absences, the girls are largely raised by nannies. Although they do make a lovely family - they sat for this photo three months ago."

	Alexei slid a photo across the desk. Nikolai picked it up - it was a copy of a formal family portrait. Kurt Theiss was a square-jawed, good-looking man who didn't look too handsome; in essence, the confident banker type. Marcela was drop-dead gorgeous and looked radiant in the picture. Their two girls each shared the same unique blend of features from their parents. They had their mother's raven hair and olive complexion, although their skin was lighter thanks to their father. Kurt had also passed on his light gray eyes which stood out brilliantly. In earlier years, Nikolai would have shown a more prurient interest in the older one.

	Without a word, he looked up at Alexei who took his cue and continued.

	"Theiss was careful, leaving our deposits intact and only skimming from the profits of our investments. We might now have noticed but our man Bukin has been investing some of his own money and noticed our returns were slightly less, percentage-wise, on similar investments."

	Nikolai grunted noncommittally. Yuri Bukin was the organization's money man in Russia - not flashy at all, but solid and dependable.

	"So we apply some pressure, get all of our money back from Theiss with interest and penalties," Nikolai said reasonably. "He's a smart investor, an asset to us, and I don't think he's any more of a thief than any other of these types. But he'll be much more honest if he knows we are watching him closely. Ah, but this you should know, Alexei Mikhailovich. So now we come to the part where you tell me there's a complication."

	Alexei responded with something halfway between a grin and a grimace.

	"Our complication is Malenkov," the younger man said. "Our violent friend decided to show us how big his balls are and took action on his own initiative."

	Sergey Malenkov was one of Zulev's chief enforcers when things got rough. He was good at the immediate wet work, but was woefully short-sighted when dealing with the bigger picture. And he enjoyed his work too much.

	"He just arrived back in Moscow last night," Alexei continued. "He didn't touch Theiss or his wife, be he kidnapped the two little girls and brought them here."

	"The Devil fuck his grandmother!" Nikolai cursed - a rare outburst.

	The old man then sipped his tea, thinking of the list of crimes and the resulting problems from this misadventure. Child abduction, crossing international borders, and the increased probability of the syndicate's financial records coming to light were the main concerns.

	"Have the girls been harmed?" he continued in a milder tone.

	"No, they are here in the building - I took them from Malenkov. I arranged some sedative to be placed in what little they would eat and they are resting now."

	Nikolai grunted and nodded. Alexei had done the best thing possible under the circumstances; stepping in before Malenkov escalated his stupidity. He looked at the family picture a moment more and asked Alexei another question.

	"How did the girls react to you?"

	"Fine," Alexei answered with a shrug. "I was nice to them. After spending a long flight with our psychopath, I must have appeared to be a saint."

	"A variation of the Stockholm Syndrome," Nikolai mused aloud. "You suddenly appear, a good-looking young man who treats them kindly. How did the older one - Teresa? - react. Any signs of a schoolgirl crush?"

	Alexei's cheeks reddened slightly. He had nearly pop-star looks and was consistently teased about it within the group. Although the young man was tough and highly intelligent, Nikolai knew he never would have made it far in the KGB where anonymity in the field was best. Nikolai's plain features had allowed him to blend anywhere.

	"Well?" Nikolai asked, now with a touch of amusement n his tone.

	"Perhaps," Alexei grumbled. "It was hard to tell."

	"I am not teasing you, Alexei Mikhailovich. I think you will be important to my plan. Now, when will Zulev and the others arrive?"

	Alexei checked his watch.

	"In two hours."

	"Excellent! We shall enjoy a large breakfast now."

	Two hours later, a group of mostly grim-faced men gathered around a long meeting table. The only exception was Malenkov, who was grinning in a wicked, self-satisfied manner. Andrei Zulev sat at one end while Nikolai sat at the other, keeping the rest caught between the pincers of the two most powerful men in the organization.

	"So," Zulev began. "Where do we stand on this Theiss affair?"

	"We have his brats here and his balls in a vice," Malenkov sneered.

	"No, you have our balls in a vice with this unauthorized stunt of yours," Yevgeny Sharpov, another captain of a crew of toughs, grumbled.

	Privately, Nikolai thought well of Sharpov. Although just as ruthless and fearless as Malenkov, he wasn't afraid to use his brain now and then. But he was limited in how far he would go in the organization and knew it. Nikolai appreciated the man's blunt assessment of his own limits - it showed he could be trusted.

	"Why did we trust this shit bag in the first place?" Malenkov said. "I thought Bukin said he was trustworthy."

	Nikolai had to admit that Malenkov had some intelligence - but it was more of the cunning sort than the strategic kind they needed now. Regardless, the thug had now shifted the focus on the group's accountant.

	"We needed someone who understood international financial law and could move our money around unseen by the authorities," Bukin sputtered. "Theiss was well-vetted. If you want me to say I fucked up, then fine - I fucked up. But it doesn't get us out of this kidnapping mess."

	Malenkov was about to reply when he heard Nikolai chuckling.

	"Something amusing, Commissar?" Zulev asked.

	"Forgive an old man for his memories," Nikolai said. "In the KGB, I never heard someone admit his mistakes - that would get you sent to the basement, if not worse. But I think Yuri, here, did the best he could do. Perhaps Malenkov has interrogated our reluctant guests."

	"I don't speak Swiss," the thug grumbled crossly.

	Several men at the table couldn't help laughing at the easily provoked Malenkov. Their target glared in furious incomprehension until Nikolai gently explained that German and then French and Italian were the primarily languages in Switzerland. There was no such language as Swiss.

	"I don't know how to speak them either, but here's what we do," Malenkov began eagerly. "We start with a finger from each girl to send back to Mommy and Daddy. Give Theiss twenty-fours hours to get our money back, threefold. If he doesn't, then we make a nice, bloody rape video with both girls. That little one's cunt will look like bad borscht by the time me and my boys get done with her."

	"Shit, Sergey, she's as young as your Tatiana!" another man protested. "What would you do if some bastard did that to your little girl?"

	"I'd have my revenge and no one would fucking well get in my way," Malenkov replied with a vicious gleam in his eye.

	Nikolai felt his gut tighten over the man's reaction - no easy thing considering the Nikolai's past. Malenkov clearly relished an orgy of mayhem more than he did his own daughter's life. He thought about what he knew of Malenkov. The man had a fantastically beautiful wife, Oksana, whose looks were only surpassed by her coldness. They made an interesting pair - the hot-headed killer and the ice queen. How they had managed to produce a child was something that Nikolai preferred not to think about.

	He recalled Zulev, heavily drunk at a party, opining his chances of bedding the gorgeous woman. Then Zulev suggested that Nikolai have her first.

	"Test-drive her, you know?" Zulev slurred. "Let me know how she handles."

	"Only if I want frost-bite on my dick," Nikolai shot back.

	Zulev doubled over with laughter before keeling over into the carpet.

	"While I appreciate Sergey's zeal, I think a more subtle approach will be better. Something will happen to the girls - or at least the older one. It will be nothing of any real harm. He won't want to go to the police, but Theiss will never forget what we did," Nikolai said.

	"I leave this in your capable hands, Commissar," a relieved Zulev said as he stood, dismissing the meeting.

	As the others moved to leave, Nikolai beckoned Yuri Bukin over. Malenkov grinned, knowing the cagey old Commissar wouldn't let the accountant off the hook as easily as he had suggested.

	"Yuri," Nikolai said softly. "Am I to understand that Malenkov actually discovered Theiss' little scheme before you did?"

	"Yes," the man admitted. "He was making noises like something was afoot, so I compared Theiss' numbers with the percentages of some of my own and...yes. Malenkov was right. He figured it out before I did."

	"So the ape was smarter than the expert. Now how could such a thing happen?" Nikolai asked.

	The money man clasped his suddenly cold and clammy hands in front of him as he stood before Nikolai's unfathomable stare.

	"I've never had one this young," Alexei said. "She's more little girl than anything."

	"She's a flower just starting to bud," Nikolai said. "Quite eager, though she does not yet know it. Teaching them, making them twist and cry as you become their first lover, ah! If I was twenty years - hell, ten years younger, I would do it myself."

	"And would you seduce her with your grumpy old face?" Alexei teased - something he did infrequently and only when he and his boss were alone.

	"No, with my distinguished bearing, of course," Nikolai sniffed, although he couldn't completely hide his amusement at the jibe.

	After promising the girls that the scary man who took them wouldn't not bother them any more, Alexei promised they would return home very soon. He brought some toys for Greta to play with under the supervision of a grandmotherly woman (who was, in fact, a grandmother as well as being a former KGB assassin). Then he gallantly asked Teresa if she would do him the honor of allowing him to show her Moscow.

	The fearful, disorienting experience of her abduction, combined with little sleep despite the sedative, made Teresa easily pliable. Her little sister was happily playing and this new man was so handsome. He could be in TV, or even the movies, she thought giddily. And he liked her!

	Alexei did show her a good time. And he treated her like a grown-up, not a little kid. While Teresa was used to having a small glass of wine at special occasions, Alexei told her that girls her age in Russia regularly drank vodka. Teresa was eager to show she was just as mature as they were.

	As he was driving back to the organization's enclave, Alexei noticed how Teresa was adjusting her shirt to pull it tight over her barely noticeable tits. He turned up the heat in the car so she Teresa wouldn't get cold while she kept tugging her skirt higher and higher, showing him her coltish thighs.

	The building the syndicate used as its headquarters had several apartments and suites available. Sporting a vodka glow and a schoolgirl crush, Teresa lay back on a bed in one of the suites, her blouse undone and her skirt pushed up as Alexei squeezed her trim young ass. Teresa couldn't believe she was finally being kissed - and doing it in a way that she and her friends fawned over as they watched movies their parents didn't know they were watching.

	The preteen grunted as she felt Alexei's other hand traipsing about her small bra. He was quite strong and used this power as he manipulated her budding breasts through the soft cups - never hurting, only doing it just forcefully enough to make her want more.

	After teasing the youngster for a bit, Alexei slid two fingers under the junction between the two white triangles, feeling the rapid beat of Teresa's heart. Her chest felt feverish as he maneuvered his entire hand underneath the bra, pushing it up and baring her beneath him. He captured each small mound one at a time, caressing all of the flesh before tweaking the nipples erect. He followed with his mouth as he sucked at the eleven year-old's sprouting flesh.

	Teresa was so enthralled that she barely noticed how he had tugged her panties down. When he pulled them from her ankles, she did not resist or consider how exposed she was under the man's hungry gaze.

	Alexei drank in his prize with his eyes, the erection in his pants belying any earlier reluctance he had shown to his mentor. Teresa was very slender and aside from her new breasts and a slight curve at her hips, she had the body of a child. Her naturally tanned complexion had no tan lines, with her breasts and crotch the same color as everywhere else with the exception of her light chocolate nipples.

	The man homed in the girl's prepubescent sex. She was completely bald and Alexei was pleased to find her slit sticky with her secretions.

	"Oh, I didn't know I was wet there," Teresa sighed.

	Alexei grinned as it was evident she was quite pleased with this development. One of Teresa's friends had recently claimed to have made herself wet there while she, Teresa, and a few others were having a secretive discussion on the mysteries of masturbation. Teresa smiled lazily as she could now claim this along with everything else Alexei had done. He was moving about on the bed, but she didn't see what he was doing as she had closed her eyes.

	When she felt Alexei rolling on top of her, she opened her eyes. He was lifting himself and positioning himself in a certain way. Teresa was startled to feel something different butting at her mound and looked down, sucking in a sharp breath as the man's penis was pushing her quim open. He rocked back and forth, mashing the inside of her mound and making her wetter.  All the while, her unused entrance slowly stretched. Alexei took his time, squeezing part of his head through the narrow portal and pressing against the barrier just inside.

	When Teresa finally locked her eyes on his, they were wide with arousal and a questioning look, as if unsure how to proceed. Alexei answered with a sharp thrust that tore though the girl's hymen. Teresa shouted in pain and Alexei shushed her with whispered endearments.

	Teresa's explorations in her bedroom mirror had shown her what her maidenhead looked like and she now understood that it was gone. She was partly frightened and partly thrilled. But Alexei didn't allow her time to contemplate as he sank his cock into the eleven year-old's gooey snatch. Teresa's relief of the vanished pain was soon replaced by growing excitement as her virgin pussy was enlarged and stroked by the man's hard meat.

	The sliding of flesh on flesh as her slippery cunt grabbed onto his cock spurred both of them on, with Alexei slamming into the girl with nearly full strength while Teresa instinctively tried to move her hips to enhance their copulation. Alexei's balls were aching for release, but he held back, shifting and jamming with his tool until he made the schoolgirl cum hard. Teresa wailed, throwing her legs around his waist as she shook.

	When she collapsed, spent, Alexei slowed his rhythm, making Teresa feel every inch of his thrusts, one by one. Satisfied that her full attention was on her stuffed pussy, Alexei let himself go, watching the child's face and hearing her gasp with every surge of semen that poured into her body.

	Alexei knew that she was now his to use in any he way he wanted. It would be more than a day before the girl's father would arrive and Alexei had plenty of things to teach his sexy little student.

	Nikolai was watching Alexei and Teresa coupling madly on his computer monitor. He had to admire his protg on his style - the old man had seen a few positions he had never been aware of. The sight of the youngster's sleek, smooth form, shiny with sweat, made Nikolai's prick insist that it was ready to return to the game.

	Safely seated behind his desk, Nikolai unzipped his fly, curious to see if his long dormant member was really doing what it felt like it was doing. He was stiff, alright, not fully engorged as in his younger years, but perhaps the lack of girth would be well-suited for a small hole. He had only planned on having Teresa used, but perhaps...

	He called the woman who was watching Greta.

	"Please send her to my office," he requested politely, although everyone knew his requests were to be obeyed as orders.

	"She's having a nap," the woman replied. "I'll get her dressed and send her right in."

	"Don't worry about getting her dressed."

	"I understand, although you'll still have her underpants to contend with."

	Nikolai detected the mirth in the ex-assassin's voice. He recalled that she had quite an earthy sense of humor back when they were both KGB. And if even half the stories were true, her humor was also quite kinky.

	A few minutes later, the door opened and Greta shuffled in, still blinking the sleep from her eyes. Although she might someday have her older sister's lean figure, the little girl still had the soft, rounder figure of a typical five year-old, with traces of tasty-looking plumpness on her belly, rump, and thighs. Evidently unfazed by wearing only panties in public, she walked over to Nikolai while curiously looking about the room.

	"That's a pretty teapot," she remarked, pointing to the late nineteenth century, silver and enamel samovar on the table by the wall. "I like tea parties."

	"I was thinking of having a party of a different sort," Nikolai said as he put an arm around the girl's bare torso, drawing him next to his chair.

	He slid his hand down the shallow vertical trough in her back, feeling her delicate vertebrae. Although tempted to slide his hand under the waistband of her panties, he instead remained outside, capturing the entire little rear. He squeezed from the outside with his thumb and pinky while his index and ring finger hugged the curve of her buttocks and his middle finger rubbed the crevice between the rubbery globes. Greta wriggled slightly, but did nothing to show distress.

	"Now let's see what your sister is up to," he said, tapping a key on his computer.

	Alexei and Teresa were currently in a more mundane position - if a grown man fucking a preteen girl was considered mundane. Teresa was on her hands and knees, her ass blending perfectly with the tight ninety degree turn from her back to her thighs. The eleven year-old's face held a look of total bliss while her adult lover rammed her from behind. As she swayed slightly with the lewd motion, her tiny breasts jiggled.

	Nikolai expected Greta to be shocked or even frightened, but the girl looked quite cross instead.

	"That's not fair!" she shouted. "Teresa gets to play 'Mama and Papa' and I don't. It's just because she's bigger than me."

	"'Mama and Papa'?" Nikolai asked.

	"Yeah. It's what Mama and Papa play and sometimes Mama plays it with other men when Papa's not home. Teresa's a big girl and now she can play too. No one will play it with me because they think I'm a baby."

	"That's too bad," Nikolai said, clamping down on a chuckle while trying to console the little girl. "You're very pretty. I'm surprised no one has tried to play it with you."

	"Mr. Hofberger sort of does."

	"Mr. Hofberger?"

	"Uh huh. He's Papa's boss at the bank. He let's me into his office and puts his hand in my panties while I do this." With both hands, Greta pantomimed a jacking-off motion. "Then he shoots cream on my face."

	"Is that so?"

	"Yeah, and he tickles my tinkie and I like that."

	"Would you like me to tickle you there?"

	Greta gave Nikolai a skeptical look even as she started to push her panties down.

	"Do you know how?" she asked.

	"Oh yes, I have quite a lot of experience with that sort of thing."

	"And then can we play 'Mama and Papa'?"

	"Certainly," Nikolai crooned as he pulled the now naked girl onto his lap.

	Greta parted her legs, giving the old man unrestricted access to her plump, hairless cunny. She murmured happily as Nikolai's fingers played about her soft vulva, caressing and probing about and manipulating her baby clitoris. Shivering with pleasure, Great leaned back against him, spreading her smooth little thighs farther as the Mafioso molested her virgin twat. By the time Alexei had dumped another load into Teresa on screen, Nikolai's fingers were producing small gurgling sounds as they played in the five year-old's soupy slit.

	Nikolai continued his assault, making Greta whine and writhe in his lap until her climax hit. The little girl was shocked by the reaction, groaning loudly as she rode her orgasm to completion. While she was still limp, Nikolai laid her on his desk. She looked dazedly as he pushed his cock against her bare snatch and only managed a small peep as she felt him pushing into her.

	Nikolai pinned Greta's shoulders to the desk and heaved forward, puncturing the five year-old's cherry. Greta cried, but quickly stopped when Nikolai asked her if she was being a big girl like her sister. The little girl lay still, letting her captor push her virgin cunny wide open with his prick until he reached her cervix.

	Although he wasn't quite halfway inside her, Nikolai was quite pleased that the tyke had taken as much as she had inside her baby cum socket. He fucked her in earnest, watching her chubby mound split and stretch during her very premature initiation into womanhood.

	The seventy-seven year-old man's heavily veined prick drove in and out of the kindergartener's tight pussy, making a bevy of slick noises. As the motions grew, his shaft and her hairless mound were rouged by the escaping stains of her stolen virginity.

	Greta moaned and tossed her head from side to side as she tried to adjust to the hardness battering into her tender body. When she reached the point where she was able to remain stretched with a little more ease, she stared up at the man who had taken her innocence, enraptured by feel of her tiny cuntlet being skewered by his cock.

	Nikolai grinned inwardly, pleased that he had no lost his touch in finding the little peculiarities that each female had in being pleasured. Of course, Greta had no concept of G-Spots or other erotica - she just knew she liked something when it felt good. But now her tight little cunt was winning the battle, tugging and pressing on his cock as he ravaged her nearly boiling honey pot. Nikolai surrendered, spewing his load into the child.

	The next day, Kurt Theiss paced anxiously until he was buzzed into Nikolai's office. He was relieved to find Greta perched in the old man's lap behind his desk, apparently no worse for wear from her abduction. In fact, she looked quite happy. Theiss' wife, Marcela, was at home under heavy sedation.

	Nikolai looked at the computer monitor on his desk, scrolling with the mouse until he grunted in satisfaction. Then he turned to the banker while he rubbed Greta's tummy through her shirt.

	"I see you've made the restitution as we told you to," the old man said. "And I trust we won't have to endure one of your little adventures again?"

	"C-certainly not," Theiss agreed, swallowing hard, still unconvinced that he was off the hook.

	Nikolai politely gestured for Theiss to take a seat as he bounced Greta on his lap. Theiss waited for him to say more, but Nikolai remained silent.

	It was Greta who broke the silence, grunting as she moved. Theiss looked at her, shock sinking in as he came to understand the nature of her bouncing movements. He could now hear wet little noises and noticed that Nikolai's hand had disappeared below the desk.

	Greta now jerked harder, her movements more urgent as she added some very sexual groans from her little girl mouth. Theiss felt himself becoming light-headed as he realized that the old man was not just molesting, but was also fucking his sweet little daughter!

	Nikolai stared at him, showing no emotion as he dared the banker to protest. Greta was quite open with her feeling, crying out in ecstasy as she came. Even after she quieted down, Nikolai kept bouncing her. A few minutes later, Greta squealed and pressed with hands low on her belly - somewhere that her father could not see. But Theiss understood that the wily old Russian was pumping the five year-old full of sperm.

	Eventually, Nikolai lifted Greta from his lap. The little girl scooted around his desk before Nikolai called to her and held her panties. Giggling, she took them and pulled them on. She raised her skirt as she tugged them in place, giving Theiss a glimpse of his daughter's bald little twat dripping with jism that was now staining the inner portions of her thighs.

	"Hello, Papa!" Greta said sweetly, as if she had been doing nothing more than playing with her dolls.

	As Theiss hugged his defiled little girl, the door opened behind him. He looked up to see Teresa walking in with a handsome young man he didn't recognize and Yuri Bukin, the mob accountant. Teresa kissed her father on the cheek in greeting.

	"Papa, did you return the money you stole?" she asked.

	"Yes," he admitted, shamed before his daughter.

	"You stole money?" Greta asked, her eyes huge. "That's naughty!"

	It was a heady indictment coming from a small, freshly-fucked child.

	To add to Theiss' almost surreal discomfort, he saw how Teresa kept looking at the handsome man with her. Like a punch in the gut, he realized that the young man had been fucking his older girl. His legs were shaky and he quickly took his seat again.

	"Now that we are all back together," Nikolai began calmly, as if they were about to have dinner. "We should understand a few things. Herr Theiss will provide Yuri with real-time updates in the future as to every transaction he makes. And of course Yuri will make unannounced visits to Zurich so that we may all be satisfied. Do you have any objections, Herr Theiss?"

	Theiss clearly looked uncomfortable about having a Russian mobster dropping in at his office, but was in no position to protest.

	"Or Herr Theiss can always come here to see us when we ask," Nikolai offered in a reasonable tone. "And, of course, you must bring your charming daughters."

	Theiss swallowed hard. His innocent little girls had been corrupted by the Russians, but his body was still in one piece. Understanding that the price had been paid, Theiss nodded.

	"Mr. Bukin is welcome at any time," he croaked.

	"Excellent!" Nikolai jovially replied. "Then we'll let you be on your way. But please be sure to pay us a visit with your entire family soon. Teresa and Greta certainly enjoyed their stay, didn't you, girls?"

	Theiss watched as his daughters nodded enthusiastically before he shepherded them from the room. After the door closed, Yuri Bukin made his report.

	"I saw them leaving," Malenkov said later that day.

	He was standing before Nikolai's desk with Alexei was busy with papers behind him.

	"Yes, we've corrected almost everything we needed to," Nikolai said.

	"Corrected?" Malenkov spat. "Theiss needed to be taught a lesson. And his little brats actually looked happy. You're going soft, old man!"

	"Not quite," Nikolai replied evenly. "There will be more extreme measures in one case."

	"Really?"

	"Yes. Theiss didn't come up with his scheme on his own. It was someone within our group. Someone who pressured him to do it and split the proceeds. But when Theiss starting stealing more of the skim, that someone was not too pleased."

	"Bukin, that worthless shit," Malenkov snarled.

	"No, but he was curious when you grumbled about returns on our investments. You, the Great Sergey Malenkov, who thinks with his gun and not his head, were suddenly concerned about financial intrigue. There's something I learned long ago from a fine KGB man named Vasily - never have predictable character and then no one will know when you are acting out of it."

	Malenkov opened his mouth to speak but stopped when he felt the touch of a pistol against the base of his skull. Nikolai saw him turn pale for a brief moment before Alexei pulled the trigger once.

	Malenkov fell forward with no ceremony. Nikolai stood and saw the small hole in the back of the man's head. Alexei had chosen the perfect weapon - powerful enough to send a bullet ricocheting around the inside of the skull, but not so forceful as to create a messy exit wound. The ex-KGB officer nodded, pleased with his protg.

	
ONE WEEK LATER

	"Where is he?" Oksana Malenkov demanded.

	"I have no idea," Nikolai truthfully replied.

	He did, in fact, have no idea as to where Alexei had the body buried or burned. The young man was capable of taking care of those details on his own.

	"Several of our accounts were closed out," the furious wife (she didn't know she was a widow) said. "He must have run off with one of his whores."

	"Perhaps more than one of them," Nikolai said, nodding with fake sympathy.

	In fact, he enjoyed watching Oksana's ire grow. Bukin had been the one to clean out the accounts, leaving enough funds elsewhere in other places so the woman was not destitute. Doing so might create more problems if she went screeching to the authorities. This way, she was only pissed off at her unfaithful husband.

	"Well, fuck him! I hope his dick rots off. I'm going to live some place warmer. Minorca for now, maybe the Caribbean later. I'm sure I'll find someone who will appreciate me properly."

	By that, she meant some wealthy man who would lavish her with everything she wanted, Nikolai knew. He pictured her in later years, her beautiful features becoming brittle from her inner hardness and her frantic attempts to preserve her perfect looks as she had nothing else to offer someone. But that was her issue, not his.

	"I'm sure Tatiana will enjoy playing on the beaches," he said by way of a farewell.

	Oksana snorted.

	"I'm not lugging Sergey's brat all over the world," she said, conveniently ignoring her share of the parenthood. "She's outside in the hall. You can keep her and give her back to Sergey whenever he shows his worthless face after I'm gone!"

	Oksana spun and stormed out, slamming the door behind her. Despite the thick walls, Nikolai could hear the angry clacking of her high heels on the hardwood floor in the hall. Though not a slave to luxury, he was thankful for the carpet in his office as he phoned to have a car ready to take him back to his dacha.

	Taking his coat, hat and scarf, he lumbered out of the office and found Tatiana sitting in a chair with a small suitcase on the floor beside her. Nikolai was going to have Alexei find a place for her, perhaps with the grandmotherly assassin, but he paused to take a longer look at the girl.

	Blonde-haired and blue-eyed, Tatiana showed the promise of her mother's beauty but did not have any of the bitter haughtiness at her young age. Perhaps losing both parents would be best for her. The girl had been fidgeting in the chair, leaving the hem of her dress pulled up and showing Nikolai much of her milky little thighs. He could even see a peek of the white cotton covering the small mound tucked between her adorable limbs.

	"You must be Tatiana," he said, receiving a grave nod in return. "And how old are you?"

	Silently, the girl held up all of the fingers on one hand.

	"Five!" Nikolai exclaimed, beaming. "Why, I just made friends with a delightful young lady your age just a week ago.

	"I like being five," Tatiana said, suddenly taken with this kindly old gentleman who was being nice to her.

	Then she grew somber again.

	"Mama and Papa are gone," she said in a small voice.

	"Well, Tatiana, I am your Uncle Nikolai. How would you like to come home and live with me?"

	Tatiana squealed with excitement, rebounding in the way only young children could. As Nikolai helped her button her coat, he imagined her squealing happily under other circumstances. Taking her suitcase in one hand, he took her hand in the other and walked her down the hall.

	"Do you like to play, Uncle Nikolai?"

	"Oh yes. One of my favorite games is called 'Mama and Papa', which the other little girl I just met loves."

	"I don't know that game. Could you show me how to play it?"

	"Certainly."



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This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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