This occurs during the “Transition Years” (First Part-1990s) and Pavlov is beginning to feel the squeeze. He is convinced that he is being double-crossed and that his life may be in danger.
Still in draft:
A Sunday Visit to the Kremlin
The hearty jogger moved alongside Pavlov; she was wearing expensive jogging equipment; only the best for Valentina, the daughter of the President of the Russian Federation.
“So Viktor, how pleasant to receive your phone call. Have you missed me or is it purely business?”
“A bit of both; but mostly business and it is there where I probably miss your conniving mind. Somebody seems to be determined to cause me embarrassment and or trouble. I can’t put my finger on which camp to find the culprit. That is where I thought I could borrow your ear and that of your father.”
Valentina moved closer to Pavlov; stopped him, licked his earlobe.
“I will make sure that you see my father and I will lend you much more than my ear. Hurry along, seeing you has had the same effect on me as horse riding. You had better be ready, or no visit to my father.”
On the first occasion that Pavlov had been greeted by the President’s daughter in a similar fashion he thought she had been joking; and naturally feared that by accepting the invitation he may have provoked the wrath of her father. He had since learned that she was not talking in jest but rather giving an order. If he did not obey, he would be the subject of her displeasure and bad temper. It was of little consequence that Pavlov had assisted the President in syphoning off billions of dollars from the Russian economy and placing them in various accounts in obscure places around the world in Valentina’s name. If she wanted something she was going to have it. She was in between husbands and demanded Pavlov’s services; not that being married had restrained her in the past. Valentina was also very unorthodox with regard to the where and when she would demand Pavlov’s services. Noting that she was particularly demanding; he was staring in the mirror of one of the lifts in the Kremlin and his question as to the when and how was answered. The lift had stopped between floors. Valentina smiled at Pavlov as she let her tracksuit trousers fall to the floor. She grabbed him. This woman is mad thought Viktor.
“Now my dear Viktor, I want to try something new. It’s a bit like having sex in the toilet of a Tupolev over Siberia; only here we are between the eleventh and twelfth floor of the Kremlin. I am sure it will be just as exhilarating. I have been dreaming of this since your call. Just follow my instructions.”
Viktor watched as Valentina went into action. She completely stripped off, and took hold of the bar on one side of the lift with her arms and placed her feet on the bar on opposite side of the 1.5 metre wide lift. Viktor was amazed at how fit she was and wondered what he would be asked to do. She had spread her legs wide.
“Look Viktor isn’t that just so delicious and tempting! Come, stand in between my legs and take me.”
Valentina horizontal press-ups against the lift wall assisted with the thrusting action. She was obviously already aroused and it did not take her long to climax. Throughout the intercourse she sang K-G-G-B to the tune of the famous pop song YMCA. She became uncontrollable; especially her legs. Unfortunately, in her ecstasy she had inadvertently pressed the lift button with one of her toes; the lift started to move upwards and there was no way of stopping it.
The lift came to an abrupt stop at the last floor; the door opened and Valentina and Viktor Pavlov rolled out of the door; Valentina still naked and Pavlov without trousers.
“Ah Viktor, how good of you to drop by.”
It is was the President who appeared to be quite drunk and was also naked. He turned his back on the unexpected guests and walked back to where he had presumably come from when he had been disturbed; the presidential desk. In his inebriated state he managed to climb on to the desk. He turned towards Viktor.
“Viktor, I need your help.”
“In what way President?”
The President lay on his back and whilst he talked to Pavlov, he pointed to three young women who stood by his desk.
“I want to outdo that damn American President. He had one intern, I want to have three but I can’t manage. Can you get me some Viagra?”
Pavlov surveyed the Presidential Office; it was strewn with vodka bottles. He asked himself how it had been possible for this great country to have been reduced to such a state and to governed by somebody who is generally regarded as a drunken clown. He could only feel disgust and became more resolved to support the line of his ex-KGB colleagues and to bring pride and discipline back to his beloved country. He turned and looked at Valentina, another despicable character; she was busy putting on some clothes.
“Come on. Help me dress your father and take him to the sauna.”
He walked over to the desk and took the President by his hand and helped him dress. He was a pitiful sight. Whilst Pavlov felt disgust, the President had been a friend but had been ruined by the hangers-on and opportunists; such as Brodsky and his ilk. It had been convenient for them to allow the President to wallow in vodka whilst they raped the country. Despite all his wheeling and dealing and contributing to the process; at that particular moment, Pavlov considered himself an innocent bystander and patriot.
The three had been in the sauna for almost an hour and had taken several cold dips. The President was beginning to sober up. Valentina romped around naked trying to seduce Pavlov. He politely declined her advances but at the same time needed her advice on the issues he was about to discuss with her father. Pavlov considered the President to have recovered some sobriety and some of the sharpness of mind Pavlov had admired in the first years of his Presidency. The President listened attentively as Pavlov related the events of the previous week and his concern that there were forces determined to at the least embarrass him, at the worst dispose of him. The President had a considerable amount of affection towards Pavlov; he had after all secured a safe haven for his and his family’s pension. He contemplated his reply.
“I think Viktor you have got yourself into a corner. As you know I am basically supporting the presidential candidature of Mikhail Kuznetzov; he is receiving financial support from, among others, Lev Sokoloff. I appreciate that in one way or another, you have helped all of these with financial dealings and of course Brodsky. Lev Sokoloff at this point does not have any political plans; he is as such helping Kuznetzov hoping that he will remain in his good books and be able to add to his own considerable fortune. I am not convinced that it will be such a cosy relationship with the incoming President. Some may be in for a shock; I think there will be some window shopping with heads rolling to keep the electorate happy but it will be business as usual, especially for Kuznetzov’s ex-KGB cronies. That is obviously where you fit in if you want to play your cards right. The problem, as I see it is, your association with Brodsky who is a thorn in his Kuznetzov’s side; and also your association with non-Russians such as Geydar Karayev and Kajik Alahverdian.”
“But that is crazy, I’ve been collaborating with them for ages. I worked with Karayev in the KGB and, as you know, Alahverdian helped pull strings with finances during of Perestroika and the first years of Glasnost.”
“That doesn’t matter; you must be aware of Kuznetzov’s thinking on Russian superiority and bringing the satellite states back into the fold. Until such time as that happens, they will be regarded as enemies.”
Pavlov exchanged looks between the President and Valentina.
“So who do you think is behind the plan to undermine my position and what is your advice?”
“A very simplistic view would be that Kuznetzov was angry about last week’s attacks and the probable association with Brodsky. However, if we look at the issue of a potential role of Fonotov; that would have been planned before the visit of the Centre staff. That would imply that somebody close to Kuznetzov and probably ex-KGB and in the current FSB was involved. That would rule out Sokoloff. My advice would be to try to get to the top and find out if they are involved. What do you think Valentina?”
“I agree, I don’t have much time for Sokoloff; I don’t trust him and I think his days are limited. I think Brodsky is becoming a big problem and embarrassment. Of course he has been a good friend of the family but his regular interviews with the foreign press attacking Kuznetzov are very dangerous. For your own sake Viktor, I would advise you to find a way of distancing yourself from Brodsky; perhaps even within the context of an accommodation with Kuznetzov to keep an eye on him should he, as most likely, be forced to leave the country.”
He contemplated what Valentina had said for some time. She’s not just a sex toy, she could also be astute. She winked at him accompanied by an inviting smile; Viktor remembered that somebody was waiting for him at his flat.
“Well that was useful advice. I will keep you informed of developments; if I’m forced to leave the country, I will pop by to say good bye.”
“My dearest Viktor, please don’t say such stupid things; I will be devastated if you leave.”
“Don’t exaggerate Valentina. Anyway, I have to leave you now.”
He walked over to the President and gave him a strong hug and then he embraced Valentina.
(c) Roger Short Triple Edge – Decadence -2016