Otkroveniye Complex // Book 1 of the Takaryev Series

Chapter 115

Alina found Myron in his office, organizing his bookshelf. He heard the door creak open, and pivoted around to face her. "Yes?"

"Let me talk to Ravil." Alina demanded.

Myron's green eyes went wide. "Impossible!" He put the book he was holding onto the shelf, then spoke again. "He's gone rogue. We've no contact with him, only with Belford and Pokrovskii. Besides, he can't know we're his parents or he could tell everyone! You know what he's capable of, Alina." 

"I don't care, just let me talk to him." Alina insisted. "He's my son." 

"But no one can know that, my love," Myron attempted to persuade her. "And we've got no line of contact with him, as I said earlier." 

"You had no line of contact with him before he hacked the Department of Defense, and you just emailed him then and he responded. Why, then," Alina argued, "can't I do that now?"

"Because you'd tell him you're his mother and spill all the details!" Myron snapped back, slamming a book down onto his desk. The resulting sound echoed through the room. "I know you, Alina. I know you'd tell him everything, and that's a breach of protocol. Therefore I cannot allow you to contact him." 

"I am your president!" Alina roared, holding back tears. 

"And I am the head of the FSB!" Myron roared back. "I spent nearly twenty-five years building this country's spy program under your orders to do so and I will not let you destroy my work!" 

"I ordered you to start the program." Alina said. "Now I order you to let me contact Ravil, and if that means destroying the program, I order you to destroy the program!" 

Myron blinked. Light flashed across his glasses. "I will not." 

"Then I will discharge you from the FSB and hire someone who knows how to take orders!" Alina barked. "And I will ensure that you spend the rest of your life regretting what you did to our son." 

"Your son," Myron corrected her. "He was your idea." 

"Let me contact him or I will fire you." Alina threatened. 

"Alina, my dear, this is what you don't understand- I have nothing to lose. My life ended the day Ravil was born. He was a mistake, and I curse you a trillion times over for tricking me into helping you bring him into this world." Myron said solemnly, his voice cold. "Fire me if you wish, but you ruined my life twenty-one years ago." 

"I can't believe you would say such a thing," Alina growled, glaring at him with furious blue eyes. "I'm glad I divorced you already." 

Myron stared at her, emotionless. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

"Leave," Alina commanded him. "Gather your belongings, and all the books you just organized, and leave the Kremlin by tomorrow morning. I'll have no more of you." 

"You never had me in the first place, my love." Myron said smoothly. "I'll be glad to get out of here." 

"Then go." Alina said. "And don't think about trying to clear that computer." She nodded towards the computer sitting on Myron's desk. "Any efforts to do so will be futile, and you already know that." 

Myron cracked a smirk. "You know me well." 

"Yes, and I never want to have the misfortune of seeing your horrible face ever again." Alina said. "Leave."