“I—I don’t know why to trust you.”
“Because I will be very, very sweet to you, and give you a chance to hurt the man who has hunted down your husband.”
“Who is he?”
“First, tell me about Tarasov. Does he love you?” Nooria nods. “Even with that scar? Does he touch it? Kiss it? Does it make him excited? Oh—I see now.”
“Who is the man who was hunting him?”
“You will find out soon enough. See—that’s how sweet I can be, if you’re sweet to me too.”
Fedorka caresses Nooria’s scar and gently kisses it. Then she lets her lips glide over Nooria’s mouth and gives her a long, sensual kiss. Stepping away, she notes the effect with satisfaction—Nooria’s mouth is still open with a mix of surprise, fear and maybe even disgust all over her face.
“You see, my dear?” Fedorka says, wiping her lips with her hand. “I am not here to hurt you.”
“Why did you do this?”
“To prove that I can be kind to you and because I like you. Think about what I said. I will be back soon.”
Fedorka knocks on the cell door. Stepping outside, she shuts it and emits a sigh.
“She will talk. I feel it. Our trick has played off.”
Maksimenko frowns. “Are you sure?”
“I promised her that she can hurt you,” Fedorka says with a low chuckle.
His frown turns scowl. “Are you out of your perverted mind?!”
“Look who’s talking. Let’s take her, she’s sweet and smells surprisingly good.”
“Wait a minute. What in hell did you promise her?”
“Nothing you wouldn’t like. Come on, a threesome is every real man’s dream!”
“You are completely crazy!”
“Getting cold feet, dorogoy? She has more than enough hair to cover that scar and if you don’t see that—the rest of her face is all right.”
“Stop. Answer my question, Verka. You promised her a chance to hurt me?”
“Not more than I do usually. Don’t worry, I will be there too. Once we are done having fun with her, I’ll make her talk. By pointing a kitchen knife to her belly if necessary.”
“I’m not so sure about this, Verka.”
“I am. Let’s go. Or do you want Kruchelnikov to get her intel first? You forgot about that ranch in Montana?”
“But we can’t take her to your place or mine. She’s a high-priority prisoner, for God’s sake! And we can’t disable the CCTVs in the interrogation rooms!”
“Good point. Shit! I got carried away. Where then?”
“Wait—there’s the drivers’ dorm right on the corridor leading to the entry hall.”
“I love your brains, Dima. Let’s go.”
They walk back to the guard’s desk.
“We need to take the prisoner for further interrogation,” Maksimenko tells her in a voice that forbids any argument. “We also need everything she had on her when she was brought in.”
“I’m not sure if I’m allowed to do that, tovarishu Kapitan,” the female corporal stammers. “According to Point 3 of the holding protocol, I must ask for approval—”
Maksimenko darts a quick glance at the celebrity magazine on her desk.
“Point 17 Section 6 of the protocol on the holding facilities of Ukraine also says that guard personnel on duty must stay alert and keep their attention at the holding facility full time,” he replies, giving the guard the look of an officer upset. “Letting your attention be distracted by stupid sudoku riddles goes against that. You can make up for this lack of discipline by displaying unquestioning obedience in following the orders of superior officers as provided for by Article 2 of the Protocol on the internal rules of the SBU—” Maksimenko stops for a moment to catch his breath. “—unless you want to be posted to a prison where you get all kinds of viruses by the inmates merely looking at you. Am I understood?”
The guard opens her mouth to reply but immediately shuts it again.
“Da, Kapitan—as ordered,” is all she can mutter.
In a few minutes, the two agents lead a handcuffed Nooria from the holding facility.
“You made me moist with that speech,” Fedorka chuckles. Maksimenko gives her one of his self-satisfied smiles and opens the door with his magnetic badge.
It is late night and the building is deserted. Maksimenko knows that even if a guard of the night shift would have nothing better to do than watching the CCTV, two agents leading a prisoner wouldn’t appear suspicious. But probably they do have something else to do, like reading men’s magazines or listening to their MP3 players. At least this is what the Captain hopes for when opening the door, because the drivers’ dorm is an unusual destination for prisoners. To his relief, no busy-body detail manning the main entry gate comes to check them out.
“Yikes! This room smells like old socks,” Vera Fedorka says with a grimace as they step into the small room with three beds and a sink. Captain Maksimenko puts down the bundle holding Nooria’s belongings and locks the door from inside.
“What will you do to me?” Nooria asks anxiously. Fedorka steps to her and caresses her face.
“Treat you well—very well. Don’t worry.”
But seeing that Maksimenko is getting undressed, a look of ultimate horror appears on Nooria’s face. Seeing that she is about to scream, Vera Fedorka swiftly puts a chokehold on Nooria and presses a hand to her mouth.
“If you dare to emit as much as a whimper, you will lose your child. Clear?”
Nooria nods, here eyes wide with fear. Fedorka cautiously removes her hand shutting Nooria’s mouth, and opens the neatly knotted bundle holding Nooria’s clothes and the few things she had on her. Her blade is among them.
“Wow,” Fedorka says pulling it from the scabbard. Holding her cheek, she forces Nooria’s face toward the bed. “Are you scared of his missing eye?” Nooria nods once more. Fedorka puts the point of the blade close to her eye. “Listen, my dear. You will do exactly as you are told or you will end up like him. Clear? Good… Truth be told, I think he looks cool like that. And now get out of those prisoner rags.”
She tosses the blade to Maksimenko who skillfully catches it in the air and puts it beside the bed, far away from Nooria’s reach. Fedorka uncuffs Nooria’s hands.
“Make it sexy,” Maksimenko cheerfully says. He got split naked meanwhile and has made himself comfortable on the bed. Together with Vera Fedorka, they watch Nooria undressing.
“Embarrassingly small tits,” she says staring at Nooria’s half-naked body. “Please raise your hands.”
“Aren’t you getting a little too soft on her?”
“You’re right, Dima. Hey! Let me see if you’re shaven, bitch. Hands up!” Fedorka nods satisfied with what she sees. “Now get out of those pants. Do it!”
“Oh my God,” Maksimenko utters when he sees the scars on Nooria’s lower belly. “Knife cuts?”
“Suits her face well,” Fedorka says with another chuckle.
By now, Nooria is standing naked in front of them, shaking from embarrassment, cold and fear.
“Nice pussy,” Fedorka says studying Nooria’s pubic as if her prisoner were a sex slave on sale. “The last shave has been a few days ago, but that happens sometimes. All right… my turn.”
She starts undressing by removing her dark uniform jacket first, then the black tie.
“You can leave your cap on,” Maksimenko tells her with a grin.
“I don’t have any.”
“Nobody’s perfect.”
“But I am. Watch me prove it.”
Fedorka tosses her skirt right into Maksimenko’s face. He quickly puts it down, eager to see her removing her shoes and stockings. Fedorka gracefully moves her beautiful body dancing to an imaginary rhythm, until she wears nothing but her white bra with a G-string, colors matching. Softly shaking her hips, she walks over to Nooria.