Quiller Balalaika

In the silence I said, 'Not your favourite day to remember. Natalya, don't look directly at the man standing at the end of the bar with his foot on the stool. Just glance across him when you next look around.' With her eyes still on mine she said, 'Very well. No, it was not my favourite day. Even before we parted company that night I knew that Vasyl hadn't just fallen for me – he wanted to possess me. At first I think I was flattered, even proud. I knew from what my brother had told me that Vasyl Sakkas was a powerful man, one of the most powerful men in Moscow.' Looking around her: 'He came to watch me dance, with an enormous entourage of bodyguards, and escorted me home to my cramped little apartment in Povaskaya Ulica. He gave me sables, diamonds, and a brand new BMW. It's all right, I know that man – he's just one of my followers, that's all. He never comes up or pesters me.'

'Fair enough,' I said.

'And then I was invited to Vasyl's house for the first time, to dine with him alone. And you know what happened? I woke up two days later in his enormous baroque bed, still groggy from whatever drug I'd been given, though the truth didn't occur to me right away. There were three private nurses looking after me, and a doctor came twice a day to question them about my "progress". They said it was some kind of food poisoning, because two of the staff were also taken ill. And you know? I believed it. So did my brother Marius.'

'And what did your brother Marius feel about your having woken up in Vasyl's bed?'

With a shrug: 'He knows I have affairs. I think maybe he was rather pleased that his boss favoured me, and that I was responding.'

'But were you? I don't want to -'

'No. I refused, the first time Vasyl made a serious pass. I think maybe I wanted to hold him off just to see what it felt like, to show a man as powerful as he was that he couldn't buy me – at least not instantly. Maybe it was that, I don't know. But it must have angered him, even though he never shows anger.'

'No?'

'Just cruelty.'

Two men came in, blunt-faced, hoods, letting the door slam shut on its spring, walking to the bar in step, hands in the pockets of their coats as they stared straight ahead of them.

'When did you start thinking it hadn't been food poisoning?' I asked Natalya.

Her mouth twisting with bitterness: 'Pretty soon. He made me stay in bed until the doctor said I could get up, and then -'

'For a few days? A week?'

'Maybe a week. By that time it was driving me crazy that I couldn't go to the theatre – I was already a soloist. I told Vasyl they could fire me; work isn't that easy to find, even at my level. He didn't listen. Then I saw the whole picture.'

A bald-headed man in a velvet smoking jacket and gold-rimmed glasses came out of the room behind the bar and nodded, motioning the two hoods inside.

'The whole picture,' I said.

'Yes – I could go back to my work, but I would live in Vasyl's house now, permanently. I would be there when he wanted me, when I wasn't performing. I would be his kept woman. His white slave, if you like.'

'He didn't put it like that.'

'Of course not. He says very little, Vasyl, but nobody ever mistakes what he means.'

'How did your brother feel about this?'

'May I have another drink?'

'The same?'

'Yes.'

I got our girl over and ordered more Canada Dry.

'I think Marius saw it as a very good situation developing all round. I seemed to accept Vasyl, and Vasyl seemed to be bringing me into a totally new life-style, like a waif out of the snow. I didn't want to worry my brother at that stage; I knew I was trapped in something I couldn't escape, so I decided to make the best of it, just keep on with my work and cope with the other half of my life as it came.' Hands flat on the table suddenly, her eyes becoming intense: 'Although that's not putting it well. The whole of my life is my work, it always has been. So maybe that was why I found it easier to accept the other things. I don't know.'

The door behind the bar opened and the two hoods came out, one of them tucking an envelope into the double-breasted coat. The man in the gold-rimmed glasses asked the bartender for a drink as the hoods walked in step to the door and a Hari Krishna acolyte came in, snow on his saffron robes and tonsured head. One of the hoods made a quick movement and the acolyte doubled over with a cry of pain as they went on out, one of them laughing, letting the door slam.

'When did the cruelty begin?' I asked Natalya.

'Soon afterwards. I don't want to talk about that.'

'Did your brother know?'

'Not at first. He found out last summer. We were by the swimming pool at Vasyl's dacha. I'd forgotten to put make-up over a bruise, and he asked me how I'd got it. I told him.'

When the drinks arrived we stirred the ice and I asked her, 'Why did you suddenly decide -'

'To tell him? Maybe I just didn't think anything of it, you see, by then. As long as Vasyl didn't hurt me enough to stop me dancing, I let it go. But -'

'How did Marius react?'

'He was appalled. And then furious, so much so that I had to warn him not to let Vasyl know I'd told him what was going on.'

'He took some persuading?'

'We argued half the night. Vasyl was away for two days, at the coast.' The candlelight on the ice threw spangles of colour across her face as she stirred her drink. 'Marius is nine years older than me, and he's always been the "big brother", protecting me from things when there was any trouble.'

'He finally agreed to say nothing to Vasyl?'

'Yes. I made him.'

'Not easy for him.'

'No.'

'But his attitude to Vasyl, from then on, must have been cooler.'

Hands flat on the table again. 'Look, Marius was a trusted lieutenant – actually a whole lot more than that: by this time he was managing most of Vasyl's empire, because my brother is a very astute businessman, and very discreet. Maybe his attitude was different, but if Vasyl noticed, he wouldn't have questioned it. Maybe he thought my brother knew everything already, but anyway he wouldn't have cared. Vasyl cares about no one. That's why he has no friends. Only enemies.'

'Their business relationship went on just the same?'

'Of course. Marius was enormously important to his boss, much too important to lose – or he was at that time.'

'At that time?'

'Three months ago.'

'Marius isn't managing things now?'