Sylvie Maradona: The Story Of A Monster

Chapter 4: Moscow

{Evil influence is like a nicotine patch, you cannot help but absorb what sticks to you.}

Sylvie and Ahmed are flying to Moscow for their weekend.
The young boy is extremely excited for this trip with his mother and enjoys the flight. On the other hand Sylvie hates airplanes. It's clear during the whole flight that she was scared.
"Mom, you are a soldier, why are you afraid of airplanes?"
"Because I don't like them."
"Nice explanation."
"Play your damn video game. Miss!" she called for an attendant "Can I have a whiskey with ice please?"
"Of course Mrs Maradona."
"You are drinking too much."
"You are talking too much."

Okay she wasn't the best mother in the entire world but for sure was better than the 70%. At least she cared about Ahmed's mental health and she had prepare herself to accept whoever Ahmed was and what he wanted to do with his future.
The flight was finally over. They arrived at the airport were Ahmed ran outside to take a first taste of the Russian city. Sylvie was following behind him while taking a good look at the city. As she stepped outside she felt the frozen air hitting her. The young boy ran back to her just to show her his frozen breath while laughing. His laugh did warm her heart. This weekend was going to be just for the two of them.

"I want to spend some time with my child. The last two months I was too busy with work."
"Sylvie don't lie to me. I know you too well."
Crista wasn't wrong after all.
Yes she wanted to spend some time with Ahmed but she also had some business to do.

The breakfasts and shopping sprees were covering the murders Sylvie was doing. Who would accuse a so well respected person for murders. Especially when she was enjoying her weekend with her child. Like we said, things from now on for Sylvie was just a piece of cake. Or she thought so.

Monday, 7:12 am.

"Three agents of Interpol were killed during the weekend in Moscow. Russian and American police are working on the case. Alexander Serkievich and Rachel Collins will be leading their teams into this cruel crime. Information want the president of USA getting Sylvie Maradona involved in the investigation. There are zero clues and police isn't able to create any profile of the killer."

The morning news were clear. A new scary case was in police's hands. Unfortunately for the young detective she had to pay a visit at the luxurious mansion to talk with the minister.
"May I help you?"
"FBI. I'm searching for the Minister. Is she here?"
"Mrs Maradona is not here. She has left the country since Friday with her son."
"I see. Do you know when she is coming back? It's really important."
"I guess tonight. But if it's that big of emergency you can call her. Please follow me."

Rachel followed the mid-aged woman down the hall. Passing through a door they ended up in a huge living room with minimalistic decoration. The whole room was white and most of the furniture were made out of glass.
"And if I'm not being indiscreet where did Mrs Maradona go?"
"In Moscow. Not the best choice for me but boss has weird preferences."
The key word that ring in her ears. How she didn't think of that earlier?
"Moscow...did you say Moscow? Sylvie Maradona during the weekend was in Moscow?"
"Yes. Are you alright? You look pale."
"I'm fine I have to go." she said and ran out of the house. She got in her car and knew exactly were she had to go.
Meanwhile back in Sylvie's house, her maid made a call to her boss.
"Boss, she was here. Everything went like you said."
"Good." She hanged up her phone and smirked at herself. Who could have done better then her?
Sylvie arrived at USA and sent Ahmed home with one of her drivers. Herself head immediately towards her office. It was time for the big performance.

Everything goes so smoothly, she thought, just one move left untill you fell, Collins. I expected you to be smarter. You kinda disappointed me.We both played and you lost. After all you should know that I never lose.