We're here." Kateya whispered excitedly as the ground stopped moving. I was happy about that
small respite as well but not looking forward to meeting the host.
Her wrinkles and age spots seemed to have magically disappeared, and her tired face
brightened, as she straightened a little from her hunch while she pushed away some boxes to
make room. Two men stepped into the makeshift living room.
"What the hell?" One cursed as he spied Nora.
"Dump it anywhere," Kateya ordered.
The other complained "We aren't paid to dump bodies, we get paid to deliver..." His argument
was cut short with the appearance of her gun. "Will do Ma'am." He corrected hastily and
signalled the other to help him.
She wasn't even giving her a proper burial, I bemoaned, but knew well as long as she held Irena,
I needed to keep my mouth shut.
The men returned, and one hoisted me over his shoulder, and we stepped out of the container
into a warehouse.
"Where is he?" Kateya asked impatiently.
"He told us he was here." The man said looking around the empty space. "Maybe he's just
running a little late..."
"A little late!" Kateya growled waving the gun. "I came all the way from Russia! And he's running
a little late!"
"Look lady, we did our jobs. This load is due in two hours and now we have blood to clean up.
Can we go now?"
Even without seeing her face, I knew she was fighting her urge to kill them, but I doubted she'd
let them go either. She was saved from the decision when a black Cadillac SUV pulled up and an
elderly gentleman stepped out. "Pardon my lateness," he greeted civilly in an uppity tone. "but I
had...pressing business to attend to."
After living with Vladimir, I knew pressing business could range from actual business to 'I just
didn't give a fuck to come'. My nausea didn't completely leave me apparently, as I threw up
down the henchman's back, drawing the attention of the host.
"So, this is the source of all my troubles." He whispered then commanded the cursing
henchman. "Bring her and the child." And he proceeded to get back in his vehicle.
"No." Kateya's voice stopped him.
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