Chapter 6
In the last two hours Dimitrij Smirnov, although butler retired for the Vitajev family, showed Kai everything that the young prisoner would need for the rest of the day: from greeting a guest to which silverware belonged to what and where it must be placed and how to serve all kinds of food and drinks appropriately. What the old man didn't know was that Kai knew already most of it from his 'part-time work' in a café. He neither enlightened the retired butler since he wanted to keep his real life a secret from the headman and it was obvious that the old man was still loyal to his long-time master, otherwise he would have never agreed to teach Kai.
The door swung open and the prison warden, who was now dressed in an expensive looking suit, entered the room. "So Dimitrij, how did it go?" he asked smilingly, but from the look on his face it was evident that he wanted an earnest answer.
"He will make it, Sir," the old man answered grumpy. "I will take my leave now."
"Fine and thanks Dimitrij."
After the old butler left the headman turned to the young prisoner, gave him a once-over and nodded in affirmation. Kai, who had remained quiet by then, finally spoke, "Will you tell me, now, what this is all about, Sir."
"Yes, but we haven't much time, because my guest will arrive soon," the prison warden began. "I will only give you a little summary. Yesterday evening, I was already at home, I got a call from Alexander Kolokoltsev."
"The Interior Minister?" Kai interrupted him. 'Who would believe Ivanov had a friend like this? Why didn't I stumble upon this during my research. Guess, I've become a bit too lazy.'
"Yes, the Interior Minister of Russia and he's the one who is coming today."
"Wow, but what have I am to do with it?" Kai asked, masking his curiosity with a bored tone.
"He wants to meet you," the headman said flatly. "God knows", he added, muttering more to himself than to the teenager in front of him.
"Good for him. And that's why I have to dress like a penguin and learn how to pour wine." Kai's dislike was audible in every word he spat out.
"Don't be like this, boy. I don't know what he wants from you either. And disguising this meeting as some kind of a business meeting with me wasn't my idea." Now, the headman was upset as well.
"Hm." Thousand things rushed through Kai's head, but the only reasonable reason, why such a high ranking minister wanted to meet him, was him being the friend of Sergej Ivanov. 'Who knows what else I've overlooked. Ivanov might as well have been an agent of the KGB. That would at least explain something. Anyway, it can't be changed now', Kai thought. "Let's see what he wants," he added aloud after a moment.
"And boy: don't even dare to try to seduce the man. Understood?" the prison warden warned while they made their way to the entrance hall.
"Alright," the young man answered, smiling widely, not caring for the look the older man next to him gave him.
"Damn, your charisma has totally changed. You seem like a whole different person now. Do you have some kind of switch in you?" the headman asked astounded.
"Sir, if you will pardon my saying so, but I don't know what you are talking about," Kai replied formally.
"Jesus! What's with this language all of a sudden, boy?" the prison warden wondered.
The rest of their way was spent in silence. They didn't need to wait long in the big entrance hall until the Interior Minister arrived, who was accompanied by a tall and muscular bodyguard. The two adults greeted each other while Kai stayed in the background until the prison warden introduced him to the politician. Kai bowed like the old butler had showed him and said politely, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Kolokoltsev."
"Nice to meet you, too," the man replied friendly. And to the headman, "I only have two hours, because I must attend a last-minute appointed conference later."
"Then we should go. A little lunch was prepared as stipulated in your order," the prison warden mentioned while he guided the man and his bodyguard to the room he had chosen the meeting should be held in. It was the noblest looking one beside his office.
"And Kai will serve us. That's good," the minister said with a smile on his face.
Kai followed them silently. He still wasn't sure if the Interior Minister was a friend of Ivanov. But it was the only reason he could think of.
Inside the intended room Kai took the politician's coat, like Dimitrij taught him, and hanged it up. Since the bodyguard was waiting outside in front of the door they were the only people in there. A large conference table located in the middle of the room was already laid for two people, probably by the old butler.
'Why the hell did he show me how to set the table when he would be the one doing it,' Kai thought irritated. But he hadn't time to think long, because the headman wanted him to bring them some water. "Sir." Kai bowed briefly and left the room through another door. After a short time, he came back with a serving cart. He poured them the water and served them some antipasti. 'I feel so stupid. This better be worth all the commotion.'
"Thank you, Kai," the Interior Minister said in his friendly voice again. The young prisoner bowed his head and stepped back. "I don't want to beat around the bush since our time is short," the man turned to the prison warden and continued, "the reason that I asked you to set all this up is because in this way we three can talk without causing any suspicion."
'Really unsuspicious,' Kai thought, but remained silent.
"I understand," the headman replied, "but what is the reason behind your visit?"
"Well, I heard something," the politician answered slowly. "To tell the truth I know about your nephew. I know that you have given him a job as a prison officer although he doesn't have any vocational training and furthermore I know about his past as a criminal." For a moment the prison warden and the Interior Minister just stared at each other. "I want to offer you a deal."
Kai listened carefully. He hadn't known anything of this.
"What deal?" the headman asked after a while.
"I overlook the issue with your nephew and in return I will get Kai," the man replied determined.
"What has the boy to do with all of this?"
"Nothing particular. It's just, I know what happens in adult prisons and a child like him shouldn't be exposed to this." This was the lamest fake excuse Kai ever heard of. He had to summon all his willpower to not start laughing aloud. Of course, the prison warden would not fall for this lie, but since the minister was the higher-ranking person, he couldn't reject the offer.
"I guess I have no other choice than to agree." The answer came slowly and in a deep tone.
Kai, who was still silently waiting in the background couldn't suppress a grin. Now he was sure that the Interior Minister was Ivanov's friend or else this would be just one big coincidence.
"Kai, I think it is time for the main dish," the headman said barely keeping his voice under control seeing the grin on the young man's face.
The grin vanished and was once again replaced by an expressionless mask when Kai took the remains of the antipasti, put them on the serving cart and left the room. Three minutes later he came back with the food. He served it like he had learned earlier, poured them some more water and vanished to the side again. Both men ate in silence. After they finished their meal, Kai put the dishes once again on the serving cart, but didn't indicate any movement to cart the trolley off.
"What's the matter?" the prison warden asked him after a moment.
"I have a question," Kai replied in his usual linguistic style, discarding his earlier excessive polite tone.
"Ask," the headman said warily, noticing the change in Kai's voice and diction.
"Why did I have to shave?"
"What?" The prison warden hadn't expected a question like this and for some seconds he was startled. The Interior Minister chuckled softly.
"Why?" Kai insisted, his eyes sparkling mischievously.
The prison warden regained his composure and said to the minister, "Pardon me, it won't take long." And then to Kai, "Come with me."
"No," Kai stated firmly. "You can answer my question here or did you allege the Interior Minister to have ulterior motives." The last part Kai added in a somewhat lewd tone.
"It's because of the cleanliness," the older man almost whispered.
"Liar." Kai sat down on one of the empty chairs and looked the prison warden straight in the eyes. The man answered the stare in the same manner.
"It was for my personal pleasure. Satisfied?" the headman said, knowing that not only Kai's eyes were on him, but the one from the Interior Minister as well.
"Yes, indeed," Kai replied a little disappointed. "One last fuck in the office before I'll be forever out of reach again. Clean shaven, smelling like fresh ripe oranges, ready to be opened and devoured."
"You!" the prison warden hissed angrily. Kai could see the indignation in the headman's eyes, that told him to not continue with what he had in mind.
"I think it's the best if we go now," the Interior Minister suddenly suggested, who had remained silent during the argument. "We go now and I promise that I have overheard what this young man just implied."
A bit surprised by the accommodation the prison warden just nodded. "Yes, that would be the best," he added after a moment.
"What's with my belongings?" Kai asked as if the last minutes hadn't happened at all.
"Do you have anything that you want to take with you?" the politician asked back.
"Well, no," Kai answered honestly.
"We are leaving now," the Interior Minister said to the prison warden while standing up. But the addressed man remained seated and didn't even look after them when they left the room. He still couldn't fully comprehend what had happened this last hour.
Outside the room the Interior Minister's bodyguard joined the politician and the young man on their way out of the building. After they exited the front door Kai spoke again, "The nephew you were talking about. His name is Jegor Grishin, right?"
"Yes," the minister answered monosyllabic.
'I wonder if he gets his promotion now,' Kai thought. 'The headman should rather treat him to an apprenticeship.'
After the trio had left the prison, they went straight towards the parking lot where a black Mercedes S 680 Guard 4matic was waiting for them. The minister and Kai got in the back and the bodyguard took the driver's seat. Ten seconds later they were on their way.
"We are driving to a nearby helicopter landing field. From there we fly to my property in Moscow," the politician explained, although Kai hadn't asked.
"I need some clothes," Kai said after a moment out of the blue. "These are too conspicuous."
"You are right," the Interior Minister replied and started to type something on his smartphone.
They were silent for a while until Kai spoke again, "We're alone now, so you can drop the act. Why do you hate me? You do hate me, right?"
"Can't you work that out for yourself?" the man retorted. "I hate people like you, mercenaries, who do everything for money. You are even worse; you are just doing it for the thrill you get out of it. You are nothing more than scum," he spat out disgustedly.
"Then why did you help me?" Kai asked calmly.
"Because I want to help Sergej and … well … you fought on Russia's side in the Russo-Georgian War, right? I give you credit for that."
'So you're okay with my job as long as I fight for Russia. Bastard', Kai thought, but he didn't say it out loud. Instead, he asked, "How did you come to know Ivanov?"
"None of your business," the Interior Minister replied annoyed. Suddenly he changed the subject, "When we are at my home I will give you a copy of all the things I have about … you know what I mean … the case and you will disappear immediately. Understood?"
"Hm."
"Nobody knows that you are already out of prison except me, my bodyguard, the prison warden and you, so you should keep a low profile. But I bet someone like you has a hole where you can find accommodation. The prison officers and fellow inmates will be told that you moved unexpectedly to a juvenile prison."
"Hm."
The rest of the drive and the flight afterwards were spent in silence again. Also, when they arrived at the old mansion, the home of Russia's Interior Minister, they only said the bare necessities and Kai left the big house already ten minutes after they had arrived. He was now wearing black pants, black sneakers, a simple black T-shirt and a dark grey hoodie over it. The minister gave him a jacket, but Kai didn't take it, although it was early February, that meant that also during the day it reigned degrees below zero. "I'm used to the cold," he just said.
Kai had taken the bus to drive into the city of Moscow. When he dismounted the bus at the Bolshoy Moskvoretskiy Bridge it was already dark outside, although it was early evening. He walked towards the river Moskva and after fifteen minutes he came to an abandoned warehouse. A hidden path led to the back of the decayed building, which Kai followed now. The place seemed untouched and once Kai had checked that nobody was around and watching him he unlocked a hidden door, opened it and entered a little room.
It was dark inside, but Kai knew that there was a flashlight to his right side. After he had closed the door, he switched the light on. The room was almost empty except of an old mattress on the cold concrete ground and a black and silver Honda CBR 1000 RR. "My baby," Kai whispered softly and stroked the customized vehicle gently. He had tuned it himself last summer, but he hasn't been able to drive it a lot. Unfortunately this wouldn't change soon.
He opened a little hidden slot under the seat and fetched some money. He tucked everything in his pocket and after one last glance switched off the flashlight and left his hide-out.
Kai went to a little costume shop, where he bought everything that he needed for his disguise: blue face paint, light purple contact lenses, grey hair color, miscellaneous hair styling products and a set barber's clippers. The seller, a polite old woman, put everything in a plastic bag and Kai left the shop.
It was still too early for his next article on his 'To-Do-List' so he decided to roam around the vespertine Moscow. However, his feet carried him automatically to his next destination: the 'Tabula Rasa' club in the south east of Moscow. He knew that today there would be a BDSM event and he was sure that the person he wanted to meet would drop by sometime. The problem was that it was still too early and that he didn't know when this person would show up.
Kai waited. At 11 p.m. the club opened its doors and the first party-goers entered. Although it was bitterly cold outside Kai didn't even think about going in. He didn't like the club; it was too mainstream. He preferred the little parties of Moscow's underground, primarily the gay BDSM parties. The 'Tabula Rasa' club was open for both genders and that alone was reason enough for Kai to not enter it.
The time went by slowly. New guests came and only very few left the club. Around 2 a.m. the person he wanted to meet finally showed up. A tall blond model-like woman accompanied him, but Kai didn't care. He stepped out of the darkness he had been hiding in until now and approached the couple. The man noticed him immediately and with a simple nod he gestured that Kai should go back into the shadows. The blond woman hadn't noticed anything of this since she was too occupied with herself. A brief conversation followed and the man ditched the woman who looked furiously after him. When the man didn't even look back she entered the club, where she would drown her anger with alcohol and most probably with any man she would find.
Outside the club Kai's heart started to beat faster by the sight of the approaching man. He was tall, around 1,90m and had a well-toned body. His skin was olive colored, his black hair reached almost down to his sexy ass and his eyes were even darker than ebony. He was half Brazilian, half Chinese and his white teeth sparkled in his grinning face. Lien Sancho Rodríguez, 26 years old, gunrunner and one of two people Kai would say he trusts.
"You're out of prison," he greeted Kai.
"Yeah," Kai replied. He knew that Lien would never ask him why he was already out. If Kai wanted to tell him he would do it and if not, he didn't mind.
"How did you know I would be here today?" the young man asked, although he knew the answer already.
"You're always attending this stupid BDSM event at this club," Kai answered nonetheless. After a moment of silence, he changed the subject. "I will do the job."
"Why are you telling me this?" Lien asked further, a mischievous tone in his voice.
"I don't know how long the mission will take," Kai replied evasively. After a while, when Lien had said nothing, he added, "Damn, you know very well why I'm here." Kai couldn't avert sounding irritated. They knew each other for eight years, but still Kai couldn't fully control his feelings and carnal desires around this man. Lien knew about the teenager's weakness for him and teased him as often as he could.
"Say it," he whispered seductively in Kai's ear. To outsiders their relationship looked like one of simple fuck buddies, but in truth Lien was one of the few people who knew about the younger man's inner workings. Kai used sex as a means to all end and he usually sought out the older man's sexual company whenever he had the feeling that he might not live out his desires for some time. Relying on other social skills was not one of the teens strong points and a sexual frustrated Kai was often a deadly one. Hence, he mostly accepted jobs that contained straightforward assassinations or those where he was able to sleep his way through. From his demeanor Lien was certain that his new mission was neither a plain killing nor a job where he could screw around much. Which meant it was most likely an undercover assignment, probably a longer one. If Kai wanted to be comforted by him with sex, he was the last to deny the boy this pleasure, but he would make him beg for it. And from the look on Kai's face, he knew exactly what the taller guy wanted him to do.
Kai looked away.
"Say it," Lien demanded again.
"Fuck me," Kai said softly.
"Louder, I couldn't hear you."
"Heck, I said fuck me!" Kai replied irately.
Lien chuckled. "You're so sweet, you know. Tell me, how often did they hump you in prison. Every day? Maybe several times a day?"
"It wasn't like that," Kai retorted still angry. "And by the way, weren't you the one who came here with this blond cunt to screw her afterwards!"
"Alright, calm down babe," Lien reassured him. "That was mean on my part. We shouldn't argue, especially not here. Let's go to my apartment."
Kai followed the older man wordlessly. 'Bastard,' was the only word that raced through his head.
The apartment wasn't far, so they went there on foot. They took the elevator to the top floor, which was owned by Lien. Kai dropped the plastic bag with his things on the big leather couch in the living room and joined Lien afterwards, who stood in front of the window that occupied the whole side and through which you had a perfect view of the nocturnal Moscow. For some minutes neither of them spoke.
Lien turned around to face Kai. He looked him up and down, slowly, and back again. After another moment of silence he said, "What the fuck are you wearing?! Take them off!" The last part was more said like an order and Kai didn't resist. He took off everything, starting by his sneakers and ending by his boxer shorts. "Take a shower," came the next command. Without a word Kai left the room and went to the bathroom.
Five minutes later Kai was back. His black hair clung wetly to his head and water dripped from the hair-ends on his naked body. He stood in front of Lien. His eyes were determined.
"What's with this rebellious gaze," the older man stated. "Don't look at me like this." Not only from his voice but also from the expression on his face it was evident that Lien was very displeased. Kai couldn't deny that this little game of dominance and submission made him hard and he knew that remaining silent would make Lien more and more furious. They had done this before, countless times, but it never gets boring.
Minutes passed and they just stared at each other until Lien finally had enough and grabbed Kai on the neck, turning him half around and forcing him back until Kai's spine met the cold glass of the window. The next thing he felt was a hot tongue ravishing his mouth and a hand stroking his half erected cock. He started to kiss back and for some seconds their tongues fought for domination, a fight that Kai lost, mostly due to his inferior physics. He was at least a head smaller than Lien.
The kissing and stroking wasn't nearly enough to satisfy their needs and in order to get more friction Kai rocked his body against the still fully clothed frame. "What a greedy person you are," Lien said reprovingly after they had stopped kissing to catch their breath. "I guess I have no other choice than to show you your place."
Lien stepped back and vanished into the bedroom, leaving a heavy breathing, very aroused Kai behind. One moment later he came back carrying a box. Kai knew what was in there: sex toys and other things they often used during their copulation. Lien placed the box on a nearby cupboard and fetched a black blindfold from it.
"Turn around," he ordered while approaching the younger man. Kai obeyed, he was already at the point where he would willingly do everything to get his release. Although Kai was usually the bottom he was mostly the one in control of the situation. With Lien it was the other way round. He was still bottom, but also totally at the older man's mercy. And, he was addicted to it.
After Lien blindfolded Kai, he licked over the smaller man's upper lip and went back to the box. He had to rummage a bit until he found what he was looking for: a black leather collar with spikes and a cockring. He put the collar around Kai's neck and the cockring around his balls and penis. Kai knew that struggling wouldn't help, so he remained still.
"Good, now get on your knees," Lien dictated. In a smooth motion he opened the zipper of his black leather pants to free his own erection. He pressed the tip against Kai's slightly parted lips, made him open his mouth wider. Burying one hand in Kai's wet hair to stabilize his head he pushed inside with a jerk. Kai wanted to throw his head back, but the grip hold it in place, so he had no other choice then to let the man fuck his mouth.
"Good … God … I missed … that … dirty mouth … of yours," Lien managed to say between his strokes, panting loudly. "Fuck!"
Lien was near his peak, Kai could feel it, because he sped up, but before the older man could come he pulled out. Kai's breath came out fitfully. "Don't …," he pleaded.
"Don't what? Since when are you in the position to complain?" Lien took Kai by the ring on the collar and pulled him up, shoved him headfirst against the window and spread his legs. With one violent thrust he pushed his dick into Kai's tight ass.
"Jesus! This filthy fuckhole is even better." Lien picked up a rapid pace. "Hgn … Good Lord!"
The big living room was filled by the moans and groans of the older man and soon Kai, who had tried to suppress his voice until now, joined him. He wanted the cockring to be removed, but he knew that asking for it would only lead to more punishment, so he said nothing. The window around his head was fogged due to his hot breath and the lights of the nocturnal Moscow became blurred. Nothing of this mattered to the still blindfolded young man.
With one last "Fuck" on his lips Lien spilled his warm white semen into Kai. For some minutes they just leaned there against the window and caught their breath until Lien removed the blindfold and kissed Kai lightly on the lips. He slipped out of Kai's ass and some of the warm liquid flowed down the inside of his thighs.
"Let's go into the bedroom," Lien whispered into Kai's ear.