I just wrote this because I had it in my head. I mean no offence to anyone from Russia or the Russian Mafia.

I do not own the WWE, anyone who works for the WWE, and I am not connected to the Mafia in anyway.


"You owe me!" Jason said, giving in to his friend. "You'll do it?" "I'm going to try and talk you out of it." Adam sighed in relief. "Really? I would love you for ever if you got me out of this mess." "Yea, well just do me a favor," "Anything!" Adam said. "Leave me alone." Jason said and walked down the hall. "Thanks a lot, dude!" Jason threw up his hand in a backwards wave.

It was mid-day the next day when Adam drove them to a huge white house just out side the city. They were greeted by a valet, who took Adam's car away. Then an usher led them though the house, and into a beautiful garden. There were two men sitting at a round black table in the middle of the garden. Jason and Adam followed the path to the table and the older of the two men stood. Jason had his hands deep in the pockets of his black sweat shirt, and Adam was smiling like a six year old about to meet Santa. The man was dressed in an expensive looking khaki suite and his companion in a more intimidating, dark one with dark shades over his eyes. The wrestlers apparel clashed drastically with the mob men.

"Adam, my boy." The standing man said in a thick Russian ascent, reaching to shake Adam's hand. Adam took it still smiling like an idiot. "Mister Elout, it is so nice to see you again sir." Adam said. "I see you have brought a friend." The Russian said turning to shake Jason's hand. "Yes sir. This is-" Adam started. "I know who he is. Welcome to my home Mister Reso." This creeped Jason out, but what really bothered him was that this man had not given up that almost fatherly smile since they had arrived.

Jason shook his head but didn't speak. "Do you think he can do the job?" Mister Elout asked Adam. "Well, actually, sir, I am just here to get Adam out of this whole mess. I will give you your money back but, neither Adam, nor I want any part of this." Mister Elout clucked his tongue and ran his hand over Adam's hair like he was a dog. "Jason, it's not about the money, I have plenty of money, consider it a gift. But you see, he is, how to put this; 'In the know'. I have taken him in to my confidences, if he chooses not to go along, I would have to have Kirill here, kill him" He said indicating the man sitting at the table. "And seeing as how he has obviously told you about the situation, well I don't want to talk about it." He added like he really didn't want to talk about it.

He was still petting Adam's hair. "Would you like the job, or should I have Kirill take you for a long ride?" He asked Jason. The man at the table smiled wickedly. Jason looked from Adam to the mob man. "What have I got to do?" Jason asked. "Well, when you are in my, business, you make a lot of enemies, and you make a lot more when you are trying to get out of my business. My baby girl needs protection form things she has nothing to do with. That is where you come in. We have several safe houses set up for her but she must be keep on the move so no one finds her. That is your job, if you accept of course. Or I can have Kirill show you out." Jason sighed heavily and looked at Adam. "Sorry." Adam mouthed silently. "If I do this, you won't have Kirill kill either one of us?" Jason asked. "You have my word as a gentleman." He said and put his hand over his heart. "Then I guess I don't have a choice." "Splendid! You will be on a one year contract starting immediately. You will follow my orders exactly. You will receive payment every two weeks from Kirill, now I suppose the only thing left is to meet my daughter." He said. Jason and Adam exchanged another look. He shouted something in Russian that the wrestlers didn't understand, and a moment later a beautiful young woman came out of the house and stood by her father. "This is my angel." He said. She stuck out her and said, "Zeonchka Orlenda Elout." She said in self introduction.

She was tall with pale skin and very light hair that fell like a sheet to her waist, her eyes where almost excruciatingly blue, her legs were so long. She looked like she had been put together by an artist. She was perfect, at lest that was the word that came to Jason's mind when he laid eyes on her.


I was kinda wanting to put some phrases in Russian in here so if there is anyone who wants to help me with that I am open, otherwise I will do the best I can.

The next chapter will be Christian and Zoe getting to know each other. Z-O-E is the girls initials, so I will be calling her 'Zoe' because it is easier to type. thanks to i luv hardy for the idea.

Thanks for reading, let me know what you think.