MARIEL

6 ~Aleksey~

The President of Russia tasted the coffee at his desk, which had just been brought to him by a petite young woman with blonde hair that was tied tightly in a bun at the top of her head. Aleksey took the sip, eyeing her as she stood before him with a look of fear on her face and one that said: 'I really hope it's good enough'. He swallowed it with a loud gulp, leaned back in his chair, and searched her face. He spoke quickly in Russian.

"Why do you always look so afraid when you are in my presence? Am I frightening?" He smiled a little. He was completely aware of the charm his dark eyes and wavy hair (which he always kept brushed so perfectly to the right side of his forehead) had on women, including this one.

Shakily, she returned his smile. "I'm not afraid, sir."

President Aleksey turned his eyes to the door. "Can you lock my door, please?"

Her eyes went nervously to the door and then back to him. "Yes sir, on my way out, correct?"

He laughed boisterously and leaned back in his chair. "Of course not." Aleksey left nothing unnoticed as he took his dark eyes over her body. "I want you in the room. Go on now. Lock it."

The girl began to fidget, rubbing her arms, color rising quickly into her cheeks. "May I ask why, sir?"

Aleksey leaned forward. He looked at the desk and began to spin a black pen in circles. He spoke without looking at her. "I always forget your name. Before you were hired, and I reviewed your background packet, I remember thinking that you had a good name, but I can't ever remember it."

"It's Ca-"

"I didn't ask. I also remember seeing in your little biography about yourself that you had cared for your little sister most of your years because your mom was sick. You are a good daughter. Is she still sick?"

"Y-yes, sir." She shifted uncomfortably.

"In the hospital?"

"Yes, sir. In and out, with cancer."

"That's sad. She is fairly young too, isn't she?"

"Yes sir, she is 51."

"Ah. Then it would be a shame if she passed away so young." He stopped swirling the pen. Then, he cleared his throat, looked up at her, and smiled. "Will you lock the door please?"

Eyes misty with tears, she took several steps backwards, turned, and then locked the latch with a sharp click. She turned to face him.

Aleksey raised his forefinger and gestured for her to come closer. She did, and paused at his desk, lips shaking. "Sir, I -"

The President rose from his seat, looming over her as a solid 6-foot man, and stepped around the desk. "No need to be afraid of me." He felt her trembling when he stepped behind her and gripped the side of her arms gently. He traced a finger down the nape of her neck and then played with the soft silky collar of her white shirt.

"Sir, plea – "

"I think you'll learn to like me and your job a lot." Aleksey trailed soft kisses up the side of her neck and paused at her ear. "Now please be quiet." Holding her waist, he unbuckled his belt with his other hand.

She let out a soft but fearful cry as she felt his hands grab the bottom of her skirt and raise it forcefully. Tears trickled down her face as the President of Russia took hold of her underpants and shoved her face against the desk.

He paused, and his expression of eagerness darkened. Above her tailbone was a dark tattoo of a cross. Aleksey began to tremble. "Why do you have this tattoo?"

The girl was shaking against him. "Sir, please, let me g- "

His arousal was gone. Swiftly, Aleksey covered her mouth with his hand, pulled her back up against him, and circled his other arm around her neck. "Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you," he whispered passionately as he squeezed. Sweat beaded on his forehead and he stared blankly at the wall behind his desk. The girl convulsed, unable to bite or fight back against his enormous stature and power. He squeezed and squeezed, his eyes dead, his breath coming slowly. The veins stood out in his temples and his neck as he crushed the life out of the girl, his arm around her neck like a snake squeezing its prey. She stopped moving. Gently, he lowered her to the floor, straightened up, fastened his pants, and adjusted his tie. His stomach growled. He should have requested lunch too.

The phone rang, and he started. Wiping the sweat from his brow, he answered. "Hello?"

"Mr. President."

"How's Chicago?"

"Mr. President, the child was born prematurely. Almost died, but we did what you asked."

"Went smoothly?"

"Yes, sir. It will be very hard to lose track of her when the time comes."

"Good. I expected nothing less from you. Come home now. I'd like to promote you. I'll send someone else in your place to be her handler."

"Thank you, sir. Goodbye."

Aleksey lowered the phone. Someone knocked.

"Mr. President, Dr. Sovonov is here to see you."

Aleksey hesitated and looked at the dead girl. "One second, please." He picked her up and swung her over his shoulder with ease. She flopped lifelessly over him, and he opened the coatroom door and flung her inside. Aleksey straightened his pants and approached the door and unlocked it.

Security guards stood on both sides of a thin, pale man with a balding head and sunken in cheeks. "Hello, Mr. President."

"Come in, Doctor."

Dr. Sovonov stepped inside, and Aleksey closed the door. He didn't lock it this time.

"Any news?"

Dr. Sovonov nodded. "She's pregnant. The embryo implanted."

Aleksey smiled and nodded. "Good. If this is a success, we will invest in the future and you will be a very rich man, Doctor. Never thought you would be able to put your skills to good use for the President, did you?"

Dr. Sovonov shook his head. "No, but let's let this baby come to term and we will see if it was a success."

"And she agreed to the contract?"

"Yes. The child is yours. She wants nothing to do with it."

"Good. You can leave now, have a good day, Doctor."

The doctor shook hands with the President and left. Aleksey scratched his head and approached his desk. Successful day so far. It was time to order lunch. He picked up the phone and dialed as the snow flurried outside and a dead girl lay in the coatroom.