"ZAIKA"

CHAPTER 4: ARE YOU SCARED?

  "Он ухватит за бочок,

И утащит во лесок."

What a pretty melody that was. It was a pity the man did not pay enough attention to his surroundings. But how could he? He was tired, maybe even scared- these words described his feelings almost perfectly. Yet, there was something he felt which he could not describe. 

Am I feeling...anxious? He quickly shaked the though out of his head, trying to not get it the better of him. Instead, he focused on his inicial plan.

He already heard a word or two from Director General Lim that his partner was searching for his whereabouts and he demanded his information. The Director not knowing the identity of his companion, sounded very pleased through on the phone. Taekjoo, on the other hand, politely told him to fuck off. Or he wished  he could have done so. Not to mention, if the mention of his behavior got mentioned to the Vice Director... He shivered at the though.

His first idea was to disguise himself, but he knew all too well, he could not fool that mans eyes even if he wished so on his knees.

Then, he though running into the forest of Khimki was a chance to lose that man.
What he forgot was that this is Russia. His only way to get out of the forest, was to follow a motorway that connects Moscow to Saint Petersburg.

So he have it a shot.

What he had no idea of knowing, was how steep the terrain was. And at this hour? The Undertaker is just waiting to have a coffee meeting with you, discussing how many more flavours of vodka the Russian will come up with.

Curse that man! This is his territory.

Like that, his ideas ended up in shambles. But he was an agent. A very good one at that.

On his end, this just might come in handy. He tends to think positively. Or make something positive out of any dangerous situation. Contentness was one of his specialities. He better make the most of it. 

What if he just stumbles and dies? Taekjoo grinned at the bright but low chance, while struggling to lift his feet to walk himself.

He gathers his thoughts and approaches closer to the cabin. On the way, he though to himself, skeptical.

I can get intel...or a shelter at the very least.

Oh, why was this man so troubled?

The ledged door was very wide and firm, but old. Cracks of wood could be seen from the top rail to the bottom. Takjoo decided to take a peek. Of course, it was dark. Completely dark.

He signed. He should have expected this. He reached his hand to push the door open, a there was no lock system. The amount of strenght it took him to at least nudge it to move, felt endless. After a good couple attempts of groaning, it finally opened.

Now that was a horror scene. That is the only thing he could have compared it to. There was not much he could see, but his eyes could not escape the sight of blood on the inside of the door. Second, a very gutwretching smell. 

What the hell...

And third, he can see a faint silhouette of a man, of who he becomes alarmed.

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Seconds later, a voice echoes through the room.

"Придет серенький волчок,

и ухватит за бочок"

This made him stop dead on his track.

He recognized the voice. 

His voice...

...Damnit!