"ZAIKA"

CHAPTER 7: EAGLE AND A BUNNY

"The holy man is he, who takes your soul and will and makes them his. When you choose your holy man, you surrender your will. You give it to him in utter submission, in full renunciation." They say. But other then that Rasputin, this saying implies for Zhenya more, whenever TaekJoo wanted to admit it or not.

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"Grigory Yefimovich?"

Of course he would know. Rasputin was an advisor for the Russian royal family. To be more precise Tsar Nicholas II. It is safe to say, that his doing earned him attention from other legislative and women. In short, he was a ladies man. While he conveyed his beliefs onto his higher stationed acquaintance, healing through his prayers was also his strong side.

"Hm."

"He preached the bible, right?"

Zhenya did not know where he was going with this, but just for the sake of fun, he went along with it. A cunty lift on the right corner of his mouth didn't escape TaekJoo's senses.

"I am no believer of God, but my TaekJoo... Not only did he preach." He felt a strong hand gripping his waist.

"He also seduced." With his cold eyes, as if piercing through his flesh. They glowed in the dark of this room.The other pair of eyes could only stare back. Strange electric current. His thoughts go back to when he first entered. Now he is sure the one singing the lullaby was Zhenya.

It was not surprising he knew the song, given that he is native. What he did not grasp was why of all places, there?

The rich disgusting rotting smell interrupted his thinking. The corpses where another reason why he wanted to leave this place as soon as possible. Ugh... His job exposed him to all sort of ways people decompose, but fresh bodies were never a sight to behold.

TaekJoo's plan was very simple and the following. He knew distracting this man was no option. Clearly tried that a couple times, but failed. Miserably. That different route however, was risky and he knew all too well.

To buy himself time.

Zhenya was no different from a ticking bomb, waiting to be set off. If anything, 'Anastasia' might as Well just be him. Zhenya knew TaekJoo well, but Zhenya was not unreadable either. He could only guess on a fifty to fifty possibility of being correct. And he takes the gamble everytime. That lunatic's slim fingers caressed his cheek.

"Getting distracted?"

TakeJoo answered with a stern face. It was true he did not focus on his presence.

A thought swirls up in his head. All the times he unwillingly submitted, an utterly shameful feeling. Knowing this, he tried to conquer every situation, where he was exposed. Every time Zhenya forced him to his limits— physically or mentally. Oh, he always tried. Anger swelled up deep within him how he could do whatever he wished and he, on the other hand, had no say in how the situation could go. It was always in the hands of this madman.

And now? This is not an exception. TaekJoo was not a man who have up. All his accomplishments are the sole prove of that. So how did Zhenya manage to break his morals?

Amidst the thinking, he felt a sting on his shoulder.

TaekJoo springs up, looking towards the direction the bullet went flying. Surprisingly enough, Zhenya's shoulder was left exposed, as something barely missed his flesh. Only tearing his fur coat layer. Only a bullet could leave this. This is what he was waiting for.

God, if you exist, let me escape!

Now is time!