Sometimes you have to be greedy

chapter 2

Fyodor walked into his office, smiling proudly at his lavishly decorated room. he had worked hard climbing up the ranks. that boy will speak soon he thought and then he might have an entire building to himself . Fyodor relished the thought as he rubbed his hands greedily. 

There was a quiet knock on the door and a pretty girl with pale blond locks and piercing blue eyes entered the room, her eyes never left the floor as though she was too scared to even look at him. 

'aah Irina you came just in time too' fyodor said , pouring himself some wine. he lifted the cup in her direction.      

 'want some' he asked. 

irina bowed her head even lower shaking her head silently unable to speak. 

'well isn't that a shame, i was really hoping to drink with you.' 

Fyodor got up and walked slowly in her direction, grabbing her hair and pulling it backwards lifting her head at the same time. thrusting the cup on to her mouth. 

"are you sure you don't want any" he implored, "its good" 

Irina stayed silent eyes still on the floor, then she spoke it was barely audible "no thanks i don't want your stupid wine" she lifted her gaze, a defiant spark in her eyes, she was tired of doing everything he told her to. 

Fyodor's eyes narrowed "wrong answer" he whispered in her ear. 

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RUSSIA: Siberia

"we've confirmed his location sir" 

"Excellent, and who is in possesion of him?"

"A man by the name of Fyodor Lebedev" 

"Ready my air craft" 

"Yes sir" 

"one more zing tell my men zat zis is a retrieval mission , zey are not to harm ze target. ponimat?"

"Crystal sir" 

"Dissmissed" 

the servant closed the door and walked off into the dimly lit hallway. smiling as he did so, "i'm coming mladshiy brat"         

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for some strange reason Aoto felt a chill run down his spine. But that didn.t matter Aoto had finally freed his hands and legs tommorow he'd make his escape and find out who exactly his mother was and what she was hiding. 

Aoto never had anything to drive him forward or to look forward to, but now he was different. He owed it to himself and he would rather die trying than tell those bastards anything.