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Kamarov
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Disclaimer:

All characters in this story are fictitious, any resemblance to actual persons is purely coincidental. This story is completely fictional though There are a few real locations, countries, Airports and organizations E.g. Spetsnaz.

If need be i will make up fictional countries, organizations and Airports as to not offend.






"Osvobozhdenie 1" (LIBERATION ONE)

Kamarov







Part 1.
Yegor Stragov, 38, ex Spetsnaz, ex private security operator. Hunted by enemy's from his past work.

Moscow, Russia
wednesday, 8 november 2012.

I yawned and checked my watch. Great, waking up in this shit whole is just great i said to myself.. Damn i wish things were better but its safe here, for now anyway. Damn my head is killing me, i shouldn't have drank so much last night but hey, shit happens.

Better get dressed and head out. I got dressed, grabbed my MP-443 "Grach", checked chamber and pushed it in the holster down my pants.

I reached inside my leather bomber jacket and pulled out a pack of smokes, lighter and lit one up.

Well, might as well go and see my old friend Boris at the bar. keys, keys, where the hell did i put them. looking around i caught a glimpse of them hanging on the wall in my peripherals.

Grabbed them, locked up then went over to and got in my car, its a piece of shit, and old Zapor (zaz 968M) but it dose the job. If the engine plays up i usually just hit it with a hammer and its good to go. I started her up and made my way to the bar.

Hmm, you actually started up without a fight today. As i was driving along i did my usual routine, switched on and became observant, watching behind me encase im being followed, checking people on the streets. looking for signs of an impending shitstorm.

You have to be switched on when you have powerful enemies or your dead.

I finally got to the bar and parked up in the side alley, got out and locked the door, walked around the front and went inside. Boris! you old fart, how you doing man? life treating you well? Boris- yeah, not bad, business could be better but i can't complain. Boris has had a hard life, much like me, maybe thats why we get on well.

One of the things i liked most about him is that regardless of his hard life he hasn't gone bitter or cold. hes a nice guy. Boris, i, i have a bad headache, can you get me some painkillers and a glass of water. Boris- Sure man, be right back.

He went in to the back room and i reached inside my coat pocket for another smoke, was just about to light up when i heard a car screech to a holt outside and multiple doors flung open, then the unmistakable sound of guns being loaded.

They burst in and i leaped of the bar stool and landed behind one of the leather couches, rounds spraying all around the place and the sounds of rounds hitting the leather and forcing their way through and nearly hitting me.

Instinctively i pulled my Grach from my holster, waited for them to use up their mags then popped up from behind the couch and put one round in each of their heads. They dropped like bags of shit.

Boris- What the fuck is going on who the.. Boris, get back inside now!. He went back inside the back room and i went up to the door and peaked outside, i see the car, no people around on the streets. looks clear.
I went back inside and looked them over, they were using Kedr smg's, pieces of shit, unreliable, terrible accuracy and stopping power too. The room was filled with smoke and the stench of cordite.

I searched them, found their wallets, Chechnya. Man will this shit never end. No where is fucking safe. Boris, those painkillers. you got them? Boris came out looking pretty scared. Boris- you ok, what the fuck just happened!?. Fucking bastards from Chechnya, they found me again, tried to kill me and would have killed you too.

I searched around and found my cigarette behind the couch that is now riddled with holes, dusted it off and lit up. Boris handed me a glass of water and a few pills. Boris- you sure your ok, you didn't catch one?

No, no im ok, just tired of this shit. ill get their car and park it around the back, help me get their bodies in the trunk will you. Boris- Ok, damn look at my fucking bar man!, its a fucking mess in here and it stinks.

Calm down, it will be ok. Once Ive relocated ill send you some cash to help fix the place up. we will talk about it in a bit but first i need to get rid of these fucks and their car.

I went outside, looking around for any signs of a follow up then got in the car, checked the glove box, and found a Beretta with 2 spare mags, Checked the mag inserted, its full, good. The keys were still in the ignition as they probably would have drove off right after killing me and Boris. bastards..

I started the car and pulled round the back of the bar. Boris was waiting with a pissed off look on his face. I pushed the trunk release button, reached inside the glove box and pulled out the Beretta and the spare mags then got out. Boris, take this. after i get rid of the car with the bodies in the trunk i want you to close the bar for a few days, stay home and keep this on you. you will be ok, its me they want but best to stay safe ok. Boris- Sure......ok Yegor, whatever you say.

Good, help me get the bodies in the trunk.

We went inside, wrapped big trash bags around the bodies with tape and one by one placed them in the trunk. I got back in the car, started it and stuck my head out of the window, Remember what i said, close the bar for a few days and stay safe.

I drove off, thinking of where to dump the car when i remembered there is a huge 24 hour parking Lott around somewhere. not too far. This place is always full, 24/7 there is always cars and no one asks questions.

I found it and like always it was packed with cars, i wanted to find a space right in the middle. it would be quite some time before anyone finds it. eventually it will really start to stink though so it will draw attention but not for some time.

I drove around the maze of cars and found a space near enough in the middle. parked up, locked the doors and put the keys in my pocket. I was pissed, fed up with all this shit.

I want to live in peace. As i got out of the parking lot i pulled the keys out of my pocket and threw them down a drain. But now what, if they found me in the bar its only a matter of time before they find where im staying and again and again. fuck. I need to get a coffee and chill out so i can think clearly. The painkillers were starting to kick in now but there was still a twinge of pain.


I kept walking, observing till i came across a big coffee shop, bigger the better, more people around. most criminals won't make a move where there are crowds or places where people hang out. but i wouldn't put it past these animals.

I walked in and ordered a coffee and a muffin, paid for them and sat down at table 5, as i was looking around i caught a glimpse of a magazine, the kind nobody really read witch is probably why it was left here.
I got up and walked over to it, the front cover had a picture of a power plant, CNPP.. iv heard of it, most people have, figured it was nothing new and was about to go back to my table but something inside me made me pick it up, and i did and took it back to my table and started reading.

Just a few interviews, Q and A with the military outposts at the exclusion zone. It read- The zone is a dangerous place, more so than you could ever imagine. There are things here that would give you never ending nightmares. The reporter- but you say there are people in there, Stalkers? Capt. Chekhov- yes, but you must understand that these people got in to the zone before we had tight security, OP's and patrols like we do today, no one, no one gets in or out now.

Reporter- what do these people, Stalkers do? Capt. Chekhov- treasure hunters we presume, looking for god knows what in that wasteland, maybe its something within themselves? a kind of calling perhaps? some kind of peace who knows, we can only speculate.

A feeling came over me, my coffee and muffin turned up at last and i took a sip. Maybe this is what Ive been searching for, peace, to be free of all this shit, to find ... i don't know yet but i know i need to try.
I need to get in there..... I took another sip then bit in to the muffin. I bet it tastes good but these days i don't taste much. Im tired, fed up of all this shit and i think i just found where i need to go, to start over but getting in wont be easy, i need to go to Ukraine, i have a contact there, a friend from my days in the private security business, he may be able to help.

I reached inside my jeans pocket and pulled out my cell phone and called the airport, sure i could drive to Ukraine but im in a hurry to get out of here. No doubt there will be more of those bastards after me. domodedovo Airport, how may i help you today. yes, i would like to book a flight to Kiev leaving today, any airline will do. Airport- One moment sir..... ok is that return or one way? one way
Airport- and what class would you like to fly with us sir? Economy thanks. Airport- So thats an economy flight from Moscow to Kiev leaving today. Would you like to pay over the phone sir? yes, my credit card details are ...........(numbers, etc)............. Airport- One moment sir...... ok, your flight leaves at 4:30pm. come in and collect your tickets from the pre paid desk. Ok thanks.

I hung up, put my wallet and cell phone back in my pocket, quickly gulped the last of my coffee and stepped outside.


I left my car at the bar not knowing if they lo jacked it or even planted a bomb on it so ill need to get a taxi back to my place so i can pack a few things. As i was walking towards the taxi rank i couldn't help but feel exited, For the first time in so many years. It was a strange feeling. id almost forgotten what it was like.

I got in a cab and told him where to go. still being observant as always i checked to see if we were being followed, no. nothing...... I got to admit at times i am afraid, im constantly watching , observing..... fear is healthy, Those who say they fear nothing are either lying or mentally fucked up. Its fear that keeps me switched on, keeps me alive.

We reached my apartment, Driver- that will be 488.50 rubles pal. I got out my wallet and payed him and asked if he could wait for me to get a few thing and then take me to domodedovo. Driver- Sure, he tapped on the meter to signify he is keeping it going. Cheap bastard.

I walked up the front steps to the door and turned the handle half expecting it to be open but it was locked, a good sighn.

I got my keys out pushed the key in to the lock, turned it and opened the door. I stepped inside and closed the door behind me, moving slowly and listening just in case there was someone in here when i heard the taxi driver bash the horn. Jeez, hes getting paid, why the hurry. I ran upstairs, grabbed my duffel bag from the cupboard and threw some cloths in, toiletry's, flash light, batteries, mp3 player and went downstairs to the kitchen.

Went in to the cupboards and grabbed some painkillers, plain crackers, tinned salo, my fork and spoon in one, because you can take the spoon off and inside is a lock pick. threw it all in the duffel bag and zipped it up.

I took a breath, i hate to do this..... to go anywhere without a pistol just doesn't feel right but ill be able to get hold of one once im in Ukraine. I took off my holster, bent down and opened the cupboard with all the pots and pans, took the lid off a big heavy pot, placed my gun and holster inside, put the lid back on, closed the cupboard and went outside.

I gave the driver a look as if to say im sorry i took so long as i locked the door and made my way to the taxi, he popped the trunk open and i threw the bag in and got inside.

Sorry about that. Driver- ehh ok, domodedovo is it? yeah.

I was half asleep when he turned his head and told me we were there and it would cost me another 650 RUB. damn, what the hell? fuck it, i just payed him and made my way inside the airport. no sense arguing with him over it. Besides, hes a big guy, sure, i keep in shape, know hand to hand combat from my years in Spetsnaz but he won't go down easy and i don't want to draw attention.

I stepped threw the electronic doors that opened in front of me and was hit with a tonne of different smells, tobacco, perfume and coffee among the strongest of the cents.

I made my way over to the pre paid tickets desk and got in line and checked my watch. damn, 4:00 already. k,mon lets move people i said to myself. I stepped out of the line and walked up to the guy in front and stopped him in his tracks, buddy, please.

My flight is taking its last passengers i need to get on that plane. its a family emergency, please, ill pay you. He looked like he didn't give a shit until i flashed some cash in his face and he took it and stepped in line behind me. I turned my head slightly, thank you.

I looked at the woman behind the desk who i could tell didn't like what i just did, tough, i need to get on that plane. I gave her my details and she handed me my ticket and i dashed off towards the checkpoint, put my bag, wallet, keys and belt on the conveyor belt and stepped through the detector, no high pitched beep, good.

I got my shit together and ran towards my gate, handed the guy my ticket, got it back and i got on the plane and took my seat next to a window.

The seat next to me was empty and i hoped it would stay that way.

I put my bag in the overhead compartment, sat down buckled up and waited. closing my eyes as they went through the safety BS, doing their silly routine that we have all seen before. meh, just doing their job i guess.


The plane finally took off and leveled out when a stewardess came by and i asked for a vodka on the rocks and a bag of nuts.

She came back moments later with the bag of nuts, the smallest bottle of vodka Ive ever seen and a plastic cup with 2 ice cubes in it. Guess this is what i get for flying economy.


More coming soon. please leave comments and let me know what you think. Cheers-

kam. (C) 2010
  20:50:26  18 July 2010
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Its good really like the details
  14:31:07  19 July 2010
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Kamarov
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Part 2.


I poured what little vodka was in the bottle in the plastic cup, waited for the stewardess to do her rounds before coming back my way and stopped her.

Hi, can i get another one of these? preferably 2?. Stewardess- I'm sorry sir bit im only allowed to serve one bottle per passenger. I know, your just following orders but look at this thing i said with a laugh, you can barely get a mouthful.

I switched on my charm and spoke softly as i leaned closer to her. I won't tell anyone if you don't and i gave her a smile, She returned it and whispered in my ear, ill be right back.

Great, nice looking woman too i thought to myself. She came back and pulled her cart real close as to obscure the view of her handing me another 2 bottle and even a slice of lime, she really went all out for me.

She gave me another smile and went on with her rounds. I poured the contents of the 2 more bottles of vodka in my cup, stirred it my little finger, put the slice of lime on the rim and had a sip, Not bad i thought to myself.

I had finished my drink and found myself dosing off, i always managed to sleep well on aircraft. Used to be able to sleep in heli's back in my days in Spetsnaz. The vibration and muffled sound of the rotor blades above me penetrating my headset, Thud thud thud thud thud. Not many people can but Ive never had a problem.

I was woken by the sound of the same stewardess and the touch of her hand on my shoulder. Stewardess- Sir, we have landed and everyones departed. Damn, i slept like a log.

I got up, grabbed my bag from the overhead compartment and headed towards the exit but stopped short, turned around, got eye contact with her and mouthed the words thank you to her. She got the message as she smiled and blushed. Nice girl i thought.

Making my way thrue departures i was in desperate need of a coffee and didn't take me long to find a Coffee House. Airports are always full of little stores and restaurants. Handy as if your like me you don't eat the shit they serve on planes.

I Got in line and checked out the menu, finally i was up front and ordered and payed for a large cappuccino and an open faced sandwich with cold cuts, cucumber, tomato and egg and sat down at table 3 and habitually scanned the place, the faces of people seated as well as passers by but gave my self a mental slap to snap out of it.
I just got off a plane and am half asleep still. Besides i doubt ive been followed, no doubt they will try to track my whereabouts but it won't be anytime soon so i may as well try to relax.

I unzipped my duffel back , rummaged around and found my mp3 player, took it out and zipped the bag up before placing it back under my seat when my order turned up. Shit, i think ive got the Godzilla of sandwiches here and laughed to myself.

I picked it up and took a bite before placing it back on the plate and taking a sip of my cappuccino witch had a mountain of foam on top, guess they like things big in here. but it will help wake me up.

Finally i finished my coffee and just over half of my sandwich and decided to leave, put my Mp3 player in my coat pocket and grabbed my bag. Im gagging for a smoke now, i always did after a meal.

Making my way outside i decided to have a smoke before either renting a car or getting a taxi to a hotel near my friends place, reached inside my coat pocket, grabbed my pack of smokes and lighter and lit one up, took a good drag as i leaned back against the wall...... aahhh i needed that i thought as i blew a cloud of smoke out my nose and took another puff.

Further along to my left, a line of taxis and ahead of me in the middle of the parking lot was a small car rental. I haven't decided yet but i may get a cheap rental, it will be easier to get around in and i can simply dump it when im done with it. shit, they are i insured so its no problem.


I finished my cigarette, crossed the road and made my way to the car rental. for once i don't have to wait in a cue i thought as i opened the door and was hit with warm air and the smell of cigarettes and coffee. I know most people hate that smell but it didn't bother me as i smoke myself.

The guy at the counter was a young guy in his mid to late 20's by the look of him, his face pot marked from years of acne and his hair greasy but combed and his cloths clean and tidy in order to look professional. Hi, my name is Vasyl, how can i help you sir? Hi, whats the cheapest rental you have Vasyl?. Vasyl - that would be our little Toyota swift sir.

That will be fine, id like insurance to, can i pay with my credit card?. Vasyl - Sure, hang on a sec... he sped away on the keyboard like a man on a mission, he must be a pc man this Vasyl.

Vasyl- ok ill need your details and credit card sir. I got my wallet from my jeans pocket and handed him my card and started filling in the form he placed in front of me. Damn my card is getting pretty taxed these days. fuck it, soon enough i won't even need it. No need for it in the zone.

Vasyl- From Moscow ha, on vacation he said as i handed him the form and smiled, something like that. He handed me my card and a printed receipt and grabbed a set of keys from the locked cabinet on the wall behind him. Vasyl- Have a nice day sir he said as he handed me the keys to the Toyota, its parked outside, you can't miss it. I said my thanks stepped back outside in to the cold. Sure enough it was parked round the side of the rental building, i pressed the lock release button on the keys, opened the door and was hit with that new car smell and took a breath. it looked new, i got in and threw my duffel bag on the passenger seat and started her up. she purred like a kitten and smelt and felt much nicer than my old Zapor but i missed her.

Ok, Udre's place.... i had a look in the glove box, found a refidex and had a look. ok, i remember. I pulled out of the parking lot and got on to the highway, gave the engine a good work out and saw the sign i was after. I turned off and kept driving when i came across his house, looks good, decent size, double car garage, big garden. He must be doing ok. I made a mental note and kept driving having seen a hotel not far from here in the refidex and decided to check it out. There it was, not too flashy as to make me go broke but it will do. i won't be staying long.

The place looked like it was built in the 90's, creamy white exterior and pilers of witch were cracked and starting to flake as its been some time since it had its last re-paint. i opened the door and was welcomed by the warmth and smell of wood, new leather and coffee. looks better inside than out. I walked up to the desk and got out my wallet, my poor credit card i thought. Hi, i would like a room for a few days, maybe more as im here on business. The guy behind the desk was short and tubby with thinning gray heir. He Gave me a bit of a look, guess i didn't look like the usual customer me being 5,10, medium build, shaved head and a full beard of stubble wearing trainers, jeans and my leather bomber jacket and blue duffel bag.

I gave a smile and handed him my credit card and began filling out yet another from when he said one moment sir and disappeared in to the room behind him. i had a silent laugh as i realized he went to check out my card, see if it was stolen. chubby little bastard i thought and smiled.

He reappeared with a smile, sorry about the wait sir. Now , lets get you a room. He typed away on the computer, ah, ok i have a room available on the 4th floor, room 26.

He turned and grabbed the key from a hook on the wall and handed it to me along with my card and a piece of paper, probably hotel policy BS. have a nice stay, you will find the room service number next to the phone. Thanks, i said with a smile witch turned in to a grin as i turned around and walked towards the elevator.

I pressed the button and put my card back in to my wallet witch then went in to my jeans pocket and had a quick look over the piece of paper he handed me.

Just the usual, the lift arrived with a high pitched bing, i stepped inside and pressed the button for the 4th floor, lent back against the wooden rail and looked at my self in the mirrored elevator walls. I don't look that bad i thought.

Bing, the doors opened and i stepped out in to a nice hallway, carpeted with pot plants and wall mounted lights here and there. i found my room, 26, put the key in the lock, turned and open the door. Not bad, hell of a lot nicer than my place.

I closed the door, threw my duffel bag on the bead and took my shoes off, my feet are killing me. Looking around the room i saw a flat screen lcd tv, a mini fridge that i will have a look at and the usual. I walked over the the fridge, grabbed a beer and sat down at the coffee table and took my smokes and lighter from my coat pocket before taking it off and throwing it on the bed.

Lit up a smoke and grabbed my cell phone from my jeans pocket. Ill call him in a moment, i don't want to just turn up at his house, he may have a wife by now, maybe even kids.. ill call and then go over, maybe arrange a meet so we can go and talk elswhere without the wife listening in, thats if he has one.

I flicked the ash in to the ashtray in front of me with my fthumb and picked up my cell. batteries are getting low, shit i didn't bring my charger, fuck.
i dialed the number and he picked up, hello, Udre here. Udre!, hows it going man? its me Yegor. Udre- Yegor, long time bro, how have you been, where are you calling from, Kiev? yeah,, we need to talk, nothing bad don't worry but i need a favor. Can i come over your place or do you know a place we can talk , maybe get a coffee?

Udre- Sure, come over my place, the wife and kids are out for ther day, you know where it is? Sure, i passed it on the way to the hotel im staying at. Udre- aah i know the place, come over and we will have a chat.

I hung up and slid the phone back in my pocket, guess i won't be drinking this beer just yet. i got up and put it back in the fridge, put my jacket back on, stubbed out my smoke in the ashtray and grabbed my duffel bag before making my way to the door.

I locked up and took the lift back down to the foyer and went outside. Walked around the corner to where i parked the rental, pressed the unlock button and got inside.

I put the key in the ignition and turned it to be greeted with that sound again, the gentle purr of the engine. I drove back the way id come and spotted his house again, parked up on his drive, got out and locked the door.

I walked up to the door and it opened in front of me. Udre- Yegor, good to see you, you look, well.... you look like shit but you always did he said with a grin. you haven't changed either man but hey its good to see you.

Udre- Come in, sit at the table ive just made a pot of tea, you drink tea right? my wife got me on to it, said coffee wasn't good for me you know how it is . Sure sure, tea is good man.

I sat at the table and put the bag on the floor as he slid a cup of fragrant smelling tea my way. Listen, Udre, i need a favor. You know ive been in allot of trouble, people from my past work have been after me. well ive had enough. Udre- hey i know but slow down, what can i do?. You know the zone, Chernobyl?

Udre- Yea sure but whats this all about yegor? the zone, i want to get in there. To get away from all this, this shit. i cant explain now but i know this is my chance. i have to try...

Udre- I don't know what to make of this but i know you, i know you have never been one to bullshit. If this is what you want i won't question it my friend, i may know someone who can help but he won't do it for free. Hes not a friend but i know him and can introduce you to him. I know he can help you as hes one of the military guys there, at the exclusion zone.
.....................................................................................................................................................


Hope you like it so far, comments are always appreciated. Cheers-

kam.
  20:49:33  19 July 2010
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Needs quotation marks. Other than that, not a bad start.
  03:17:24  20 July 2010
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Kamarov
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Thanks mate, i never have been great at grammar. They never really taught how to write literature in my high school in London or here in Australia and as a personal trainer its never been needed.

In most high schools if you could read, write and spell you didn't need to learn how to write correctly.

Is it readable though? is the story good? opinions are greatly appreciated.

As for the grammar, ill see about making some changes.

Cheers-

kam.
  18:47:26  20 July 2010
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It's readable, albeit slowly so. The narrative itself certainly is interesting.

I'll give a specific instance of how to improve the technical side. This...

---QUOTATION---
Come in, sit at the table ive just made a pot of tea, you drink tea right? my wife got me on to it, said coffee wasn't good for me you know how it is . Sure sure, tea is good man.
---END QUOTATION---


...Would read much better like this.

---QUOTATION---
"Come in, sit at the table. I've just made a pot of tea - you drink tea, right? My wife got me onto it, said coffee wasn't good for me. You know how it is."

"Sure, sure. Tea is good, man."
---END QUOTATION---

  03:33:51  21 July 2010
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---QUOTATION---
It's readable, albeit slowly so. The narrative itself certainly is interesting.

I'll give a specific instance of how to improve the technical side. This...
Come in, sit at the table ive just made a pot of tea, you drink tea right? my wife got me on to it, said coffee wasn't good for me you know how it is . Sure sure, tea is good man.
...Would read much better like this.
"Come in, sit at the table. I've just made a pot of tea - you drink tea, right? My wife got me onto it, said coffee wasn't good for me. You know how it is."

"Sure, sure. Tea is good, man."
---END QUOTATION---




I like it, it dose look and read better. Thanks for that mate.

Likei said, this kind of literature writing was never tought, not in either of the high schools i went to and graduated from. It will take me some time to pick it up so maybe you could help me out?

Thanks again, comments and tips are always apreciated. Cheers-

Kam
  12:59:33  28 July 2010
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In the processes of writing part 3, but have been a little set back due to work and stuff. Will post it up soon. Cheers-

kam
  15:27:16  2 August 2010
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The story has an interesting start and I think it has the potential to grow into a very interesting story. I will look forward to the next chapter.


  04:19:37  4 August 2010
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Glad you like it bro, here is the next part, a little shorter as i havnt had much time recently but the next part will be better..



Part 3.

We finished our tea, chatting about old times and not once did he ask more about my wanting in to the zone. He knows only a fraction of what Ive been going through over the years and yet he doesn't question me.

A good friend i thought as i sipped the last of my tea. Udre- Ok, yegor i have to make a phone call.
have some more tea if you like. He grabbed the phone off the wall and went in to the living room and i decided to have a smoke, grabbed my pack of cigarettes and lighter from my coat pocket, lit one up and took a drag.

Udre- you mind smoking that outside bro? my wife will kill me if she smells cigarettes indoors. I laughed, whipishhhh! your whipped man, ok ok ill smoke outside.

I held the cigarette in the corner of my mouth, put my jacket back on and went outside, its cold but not as cold as it got in the old days, we even had bad heat waves in Russia over the past couple of years.

yegor!, come inside man i got news. I took a last big drag, flicked my butt in the street and went back inside. Udre- i got news bro, he will help you but like i suspected it will not come cheaply, He didn't tell me what he wanted or how much but he set up a meet, lets go, your driving.

We went outside and got in my rental. So where are we going? Udre- you drive and ill give directions, ok?

Sure, i started her up and pulled out of the driveway. Udre- ok, go straight up here and go left, then right then go straight until i tell you to to turn.

Ok, where we going man? where is this meet taking place? Udre- its not far, an old warehouse complex, we will probably beat him there. As i was driving along i couldn't brake from my old habits, scanning faces, checking for things. ... this is just how my life is. Udre- Ok, take this left up here then continue going straight.

I didn't say anything this time, just nodded and kept driving, still scanning, wondering what this guy wants from me in return for his getting me in the zone. It cant be money, if it was he would have told udre. Shit, no point thinking about it, just got to wait and see what this guy wants.

Udre- ok, take this turn off to the right and park up over there. over where? udre- over there bro, he pointed to a spot near the end of the drive. Three large, run down warehouses forming a square, closing us in. shit, thats never good but... this guy wants something from me, no scene killing me, i gave myself a mental slapping and parked the car.

And now we wait, almost a second or two after i said that a black Car, a Mercedes no less drove up and parked beside us and put his high beams on. He got out and came towards us.


Udre- ok, lets do this, see what he wants hey. Burian- Udreeeee!, long time no see, you've gained weight he said with a laugh. Udre- and you, you look as stupid as the last time i saw you.

Burian- yeah yeah, ok, is this your friend, Yegor is it? yeah, and your burian. Burian- Gooood, now were all friends lets get to business, Udre, Fuck off will you.

Udre- what!, what the fucks your problem man?. I pulled Udre by the arm and turned our backs to Burian. Udre, i need you to go home, whatever happens i don't want you involved.

Go home, be with your wife and kids, ill try to contact you before i enter the zone ok. Go home friend. Udre- ok... ok man, just be careful ok, i don't trust this guy but hes the only one i knew could help you.

Here, i handed him the keys to my rental, its insured, just dump it some place ok. Udre- no, ill take it back for you, no problem. He got in the car and drove off.


Burian- you girls quite finished, can we get down to business now?. What the fuck do you want me to do? Burian- i want you to kill someone for me, i owe him some money, allot of money actually.

We are going to meet him, im going to pay him and your going to be on the top floor of the building across the street. Once ive given him the money you kill him and his men with the rifle thats in the trunk, i take back my money and whatever he has in his pockets and we leave. Easy ha? think you can do that?

Sure. Burian- just don't fuck up!, if i die you don't get what you want understand. ok lets go, get in the car. I walked around the side of his car and got in, he got in, started the car and pulled out of the warehouses and back on to the main road.

Burian- so your Russian ha, your friend tells me you used to be in Spetsnaz, some hardcore shit ha. Burian- whaaat you don't like to talk mr spetsnaz? think your fucking better than me ha? im not here to talk, lets just get this thing done. He said nothing but i saw a look on his face. ' I just met this dick head and i hate him already'.
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More coming soon.

Cheers-

kamarov
 
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