-You are Anatoly? - Alex look at `the man in front of her. He was big, tall, with red hair and brown eyes, watery and small.

-Who are you? -

-Um ... Alex. I'm Alex-

- But you should not be a boy? -

Alex `feel the anger inside mount. He hated the sexist. -I passed off as male, to have more WISHES TO be chosen! -

The other lifted up his back, smiling kindly-Well then, welcome aboard. Anatoly I am! I'll take you from the others, come! -.

Alex followed him, almost running to keep him behind. They walked for about twenty minutes, then found themselves in a house rather simple, in the Moscow suburbs.

-Alex ...-

She gazed into his eyes-Tell me, I'm listening .-

- Then-l ...- 'seemed more uncomfortable - See ... We are all men. And we expected that you were a man ... E.. We have a problem ...-

-Let me guess. I've put in a room with another man? - Alex smiled internally. Three years in the rangers you get used to sleeping with other men.

-Oh, sorry. `I'll talk with Makarov,` he will solve everything! -

-Quiet, Anatoly. No problem for me -

Red smiled and held the door open, Alex found himself `in a narrow corridor piottosto, which splits into three: one is a kitchen, a lounge on the other, and then the stairs.

-VIKTOR! I'm home! - Anatoly `scream, pushing Alex in the kitchen, where a man, brownish hair, small tonnage, was cooking.

- Finally. Makarov was wondering if you would come back for dinner! -

A big laugh from Anatoly startled Alex, while Viktor bets against a spoon, calling-And who is it? -

-Alex. That, pardon me, the new version! -

- But not to be a boy? -

- I have given false data to avoid sexual discrimination! - Blurt `Alex, pointing the finger at Viktor-I hate men who consider women inferior beings! You are ashamed, you are ugly, dumb, stupid, ignorant, arrogant, selfish, boring, repetitive, and above all ... MEN! - Alex `lightning Viktor, who meanwhile had lowered the ladle.

What this mess-be, guys? Do you fight again for more great steak? - A third male voice quietly intervened in the debate. Alex 'face suddenly, plunging between his arms.
By VLADIMIR. VLADIMIR Makarov.

-Who are you? - He asked, his voice absolutely ... Sexy? Yes, you could define only sexy.

- I'm ... the new one! - Alex recovered, rising abruptly, and looking into his eyes.

-Good. I followed the debate, but wanted to hear from you. Viktor, is ready? -

-Yes, Makarov, all sit down! - Viktor nodded to Anatoly's help, while Alex Makarov made to accommodate the right of the post of head of the table, and he sat down in that place. They were then joined by Anatoly and Viktor, who wore a huge bowl of pasta.

-Are you hungry, Alex? -

-Not much, thank you .- Makarov

Viktor and Anatoly giggled, as I fall to their seats. Makarov gave a subspecies of smile-You can call me Alex Makarov. Only Makarov. Want a water? -

Alex nodded, starting to eat, suppressing a slight retching. The pasta was literally disgusting, worse than when Foley had tried to cook. Much worse.

- So, you like? It is a new recipe that I invented! -

Anatoly toxicity slightly-It sucks, Viktor .-

Makarov year-It is really disgusting, Viktor-

The cook turned an appealing look to it-do you like Alex, Alex? -

-It is not the best meal of my life, but it is not bad-Alex smiled as he sent another downward bite.

- Well, gentlemen, and lady. I leave you to your sumptuous meal, I back out to work tonight. Alex, I want to talk after ...- Makarov is lifted up, emptying the dish practically untouched into the trash.

-Boss, we have a technical problem. Where Alex will have to sleep? -

Alex became very small, while carefully watching the terrorist-For tonight `sleep on my bed, I go on the couch! Tomorrow we will see `... Once you have finished dinner, come to me with your stuff, Alex, you do a bit of space. Goodbye, gentlemen.

Makarov `shots in hallways, and then heard the door of a room banging. The two men resumed eating.

-Viktor, really sucks. I can not throw it as he did Makarov? -

Viktor is the red lightning with the Squad-No, you can not. But you, Alex, if you want, you can. It is not very good, in fact-

Alex smiled softly. Viktor That seemed all right-Quiet, Viktor, I eat a little bit. `It is not so bad-Alex began to eat quickly, knocking out the water with every bite to help them forget take taste of the pasta.

-Viktor ... Come on, I do not like it - he prayed Anatoly.

-No excuses, ANATOLY! - Viktor `burst, then return to ask the girl, Alex, if you've finished, go ahead by the boss. I'm going to place ...-

-Nono, I'll help! - Alex for `cleaning the plate, then the port 'in the sink, rinse quickly and washing it in a hurry with a sponge.

- Where is the chamber Makarov? - Churches

- Third door on the left, second floor - said Anatoly, chewing fatigue pasta.

Alex nodded, and salts' with quick and padded up the stairs, trying to undermine the noise. `Now I find her the door, and knock 'plan.

-Sorry, Makarov ... I'm Alex! -

- Come! - Dell'ultranazionalist joined her voice muffled by the massive wooden door, and the girl `open slowly, then closing it behind him.

The room was square, large. There was a bed roofs lean against a wall, his head and a chest of drawers, light wood with blue cover, the table took up the same colors of the chest, much like the two books roofs lean against the other side of the room. There was a desk, facing the door, blue, on which stood a desktop, who was loading a few pages, and Laptops, placed on a dossier of some agent of the KGB.

Alex felt a little cough and `port` re their attention on Makarov, the man was wearing dark jeans and a light shirt on the chest was open, exposing the muscles tense and nervous under the skin.

-So what you had to tell me? -

"Then, in this house there are rules. Viktor kitchen, and his dishes are usually more edible than the crap that has served us today and during the day, you are free to do what you want, you have to do the chores I tell you one of three in the morning. I'm out all day, but I expect you to share meals with Viktor and Anatoly are two good guys. You follow me? -

-Of course! -

"Then, you sleep in my room, no problem, but every night I check the times you intend to lie down, and I leave you 10 minutes' time the spare room. During the day, remains my room, you can put your stuff in the closet right, which is free. Create one, if not is a problem-Makarov sat down at the scrivia swivel chair, back to work, while Alex began to undo his own pocket.

He put the clothes in which he was told, then sat on the bed.

-What are you doing? - Makarov for a moment lifted up his eyes to the girl.

-Excuse me? -

Makarov-what are you doing? - Again asked the girl.

The man shook my-eyelids-Business

"But now if I work for you, I should not know? -

Snort. Silence.

-Come on, I'm curious! -

Puff, silence.

-Ok, ok, I understand. I'm off-Alex lifted up, but just `apos hand on the doorknob, Makarov,` he turned to look at her, "snapped-Okk, stay. Do not disturb! -

Alex smiled internally, then approached him, smiling.

-So what are you doing? -

-I try to find out if they are still among the KGB agents, 'growled the man, pointing to the screen-Apparently, I have taken! Better so `-

Alex leaned for a moment, and was hit by the smell of Russian, a mixture of pine and moss wild pentrante and subtle at the same time.

'He turned to look at him with her dark hair slipping gently on her face, her eyes deep and cold, calculating, brilliant, confident, and chest muscles under the skin that tended to his every move, when to light the corners Mouth slightly arched in a subspecies of slight smile. All this, in a flash.

- Makarov ...- -

-Tell me, Alex-

`Alex licked his lips, dried, and leaned over the man, touching them with his own lips.

Makarov `eyes open wide in surprise, but replacement is the kiss, she turned the chair so that Alex could be better approach.

The girl, however, continuing to kiss him, she sat astride him, putting his hands on his chest, playing with it.

Him, `I grab his head in his hands, if stringendol AA, and kissing her passionately.

After a few moments, after their tongues were existing detached, Alex Makarov accololo `'s chest while he resumed work.

What did I do? Alex asked himself, as he closed his eyes and an arm of Makarov, along with a sudden feeling of security, wrapped