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I knew that the one thing that would stick with me after I left Russia would be Techno music. It just was a relentless hum in the club and that was where the boss man spent most of his time when he could. Though he didn't stay in the actual club. He had his own room and often he would vanish from it. I wasn't tight enough with him to know where he actually went, but got stuck at the door to make it absolutely clear no drunk patrons should cross that doorway. I had Horse as a partner which was okay since he did most of the talking and would let me in the know when it was something he decided to make me privy to such as whether a person was famous. Though my position made it so there was little to no break from the Techno. I would still hear it when I got few hours to sleep, it was a steady thump behind my eyelids. Though the one thing that made Techno more tolerable was when they would have a nice set of ladies take the stage and start dancing. It was a big draw of the club and I did enjoy the show, but even that got tiring. Everything was tiring here, but at least I was alive and safe enough.
I was also surprised by how popular Bossman actually was. I was not in charge of the list or password, but it seemed like at least 200 people entered that room and none came out. I never saw him come out either, when it his 4 am and the club closed we were dismissed and I would crash on whatever surface was available. Our room could have 8 to 14 people depending on if a poker game was going on. I never got a bed but sometimes I was able to nab the couch. The floor was carpeted when I didn't get there in time. I had hit a point that sleeping on the floor next a heating vent could be a peak of my day. There was always random people in the hotel room we shared. I didn't even take off my suit now, it had fused to me since I barely had a moment of privacy. My body odor was present, but I had at least tried to apply deodorant instead of whatever goat piss musk my comrades were dousing themselves with. The hot water was incredibly limited and with the temperatures outside there was no chance I was going to risk a cold shower.
I was almost ready to just bail and hit up the embassy since I had traveled without a passport, but I remembered I didn't really have anywhere to go. There wasn't anything but a buried box for me in Jump. I could cash in the suit and have enough capital to buy a new life, but I was quite attached at this point. I couldn't imagine putting this into anyone else's hands one dumbass would try and steal a nuke and my dream house would lose property value from nuclear fallout. It was better I worked for a time and learned how to play poker. My mask gave me an excellent poker face, but my knowledge of the game was limited. I knew full house and a pair, but learning the differences between the flushes and straights needed to happen for me. I also needed to do that black mail job and get reimbursed for my services.
In a bit of luck from the universe I was sparred from night club guard. I had only gotten four hours of sleep, but I rather work in an environment without that blasting bass and whir. I was working security for a brunch with Stalin Lite's brother's fiancée. I got to sit and even pretend to not be eavesdropping on their conversation. This conversation had more codeswitching between Russian and something else. I almost suspected that they were the couple since it was the most friendly and touchy I had seen the Boss man with a woman. In the time I had observed him, his interactions with people was far from affectionate and women who tried to flirt he often literally pushed aside. Now he was slicing her steak into little pieces and had trapped her in a long embrace when they first met.
Did I blame him for being attracted to his brother's fiancée? Fuck no. She could possibly be the most beautiful woman in Russia with curly blonde locks and a body that was almost too perfect to be real. Her peplum dress and pearls gave her an aura of class and a really good taste at her figure. Green eyes that had a spark that burned. She had given me a wink laced with mischief when she caught sight of me. It was almost like there was an inside joke that she wanted to keep me in on. It was almost off putting to have a female give me any kind of attention in the skull mask. I was mostly used to looks of uneasiness and often disgust. I really wanted to know what they were saying since I felt that would give me insight into what was going on with her. Though even if I did not know Russian I would not get everything. He kept whispering in her ear and she would erupt into a fit of giggles. The restaurant had been cleared for their reservation so the sound traveled.
We actually had been given food which I ate. The sausage and scramble was quite good and might be the best thing I had gotten in a non-American restaurant. There was also faint music that I recognized as Bach from my limited days in Middle School band. I had played the Clarinet, the coolest of all instruments. It wasn't Green Day or Ed Sheeran, but I would take it over what else I had been listening to. She had a set of body guards that were sitting directly across from us. One of her larger fellows gave me a very deep stink eye. I had no clue who he was, but he had an idea of who I was. There was no exchange of words while working which was the expectation so I couldn't ask him what his problem was.
Then in what was likely the most dramatic event of the day, the waiter that was bringing them fruit and whipped cream made a move. In a very quick move he had a gun directly at the fiancée's temple. I could not see her face directly in reaction to this, but her gaurds did not move a muscle. My partner pulled a gun but quickly put it back as the waiter started shouting. I calculated the distance needed to teleport safely and with a click of my belt I teleported to their booth. I was tucked under the waiters gun arm, but I grabbed her and teleported her to behind the security screen that could now do their jobs. Her security fired off their rounds and emptied their clips. The waiter's shirt had quickly morphed from a pristine white to a crimson. Boss man had not moved out of the way of gunfire. He was apparently pretty safe from bullets with that steel skeleton of his.
While I had not let her go from my grip I was distracted from the gunfire to realize she had wrapped herself around me for safety. She was taller than me which was a bit of a disappointment since everyone around here was taller than me. She was also incredibly warm. Like warmer than anyone had a right to be in this crazy winter. It wasn't until Boss man pulled her out of my embrace that I realized how good it had felt to save her and have a human being touch me. I was a hero at heart, and goodness was I glad her brains were not as scrambled as my eggs.