Agent Fedorova// D.E.A

Chapter Seven

   My right arm was lifted up, my palm formed into a fist, still debating if I should make a knock on that door. The sound of water drops hitting the ground were silently echoing in a long corridor with several doors, leading to small rooms of the guards. All of them had little windows, which in fact were dirty as hell. Some of the doors had light coming from behind the little windows, and some reflected nothing, but pure darkness.

   Just when I finally got the courage to knock on the door, a warm sense of breathing hits my neck. The mixed scent of cigarettes, salo, onions and vodka reaches my breath.

*Salo is like smoked pig meat or something, I'm not sure if I can explain it, for those who don't know. It's a traditional food in the Slavic and Baltic countries!!*

   - Slumping in the corridors again?- a manly voice speaks. I turn around in no moment, my hands on his chest, pushing the man standing in front of me away.

   -What the fuck, Antonov?- I scold him, taking a deep sigh, from how much he jump-scared me,- Do that again and I'll kick your ass even harder this time.

He lets out a small chuckle, taking a big step towards me. His eyes slightly narrowed and the silly face expression made it obvious that he must've had a good drink. With only a few inches keeping us apart, I can feel his breathing on my face. The awful smell of
vodka, coming from his slightly open mouth was even stronger now.

-I don't beat women,- he narrows his right eye, almost closing it, leaning his head sideways,- but if you keep acting like a little bitch you are, I'll make an exception,- his rough fingers appear on my face, slightly pressing the skin of my cheeks, leaving me with a duck face. I lift my head higher.

-Oh I'd wish to see that,- I scoff, forcefully throwing his hand away from my face. The idea of him thinking that I would actually ever fear him makes me want to laugh.

He doesn't back away, as a few drunk guards walk by, not paying any attention to us, probably because of how hard they were focused on walking. Within a few more steps, one of them stops and shuffles his hand into his pants pocket, looking for the keys. The other guards keep walking, all holding onto each other, trying not to fall to the ground.

   After a long journey of searching, his current mission was to stick the key into the lock. Although there weren't any signs of success, he didn't seem to be giving up. Swear words started flying out of his mouth, as he aggressively snitched the hat off of his head and accidently dropped the keys from his hand.

   He looks over at us standing, both a few inches away from each other, staring at him,- who are you looking at?- he grunts, leaning down to pick up the bundle of keys. I sigh, when I see that the man, standing a few feet away from us is Igor. Poor man could barely stand on his feet.

   - Let me help you,-I begin to move towards him, but strong hands of Antonov immediately shoves me down to the wall. His both hands now being placed on my shoulders.

-We haven't finished, pretty lady,- he whispers as he leans forwards,- why did you come here?- I could barely understand his opaque words, coming straight to my face, quickly spreading the smell of alcohol.

I couldn't stand that drunk douchebag being this close to me, so within seconds, he was pushed away. It wasn't so hard to control his movements, as he couldn't really control his own balance. But there was nothing stopping him from moving closer to me again.

-Whatever man, just let me go,- I shake my head, looking at his strong hand holding the upper area of my arm. I put my hand on his, throwing it off. When I look back at the face of Antonov, he had his eyes closed, and soon started to fall forwards, right into me.