Chapter 12
October
9th,
2011
Khanty Mansiysk
Guntram de Lisle's diary.
Today Conor turns one year old
and he's simply amazing. Sometimes, I can't believe he's here with me
or with Alexander. He's the greatest gift I could ever had and I love
to see him growing so much at such a fast pace. He started to crawl a
bit better since a month ago and we ran after him the whole day.
Conor hates to stay in his playpen and wants to explore the house on
his own. For him, a closed cabinet is impossible to resist.
Alexander lets him explore as
much as he wants... within reason of course. He's very proud of Conor
and he showed him to his business partners several times. Some of
them come now to the house to have dinner and bring their wives or
children along too.
Alexander treats me very well.
He's always pending that I have everything I need and I'm happy with
my child.
Guntram left the pen aside and
messed his hair. He didn't know what to write to let everything out
of him without rising any suspicions. He looked at the carpet's
direction and saw Conor, still sleeping surrounded by his teddy bears
and covered by a light blanket.
'He's fine and that's all what
matters. Constantin loves him as if he were his own. He wouldn't harm
him,' Guntram thought and mechanically took the small alarm clock
from his desk to set the alarm in an hour time before he would get
his new pencils' box out of the glass cabinet where he stored all his
material to prevent Konrad from eating it. 'This lapses are getting
worse than before. I don't know what else to do to control them: Am I
finally getting mad?'
Repressing a sigh, he took the
sketch pad where he had been working the whole morning and fearfully
opened it. He was very relieved when he saw that all the sketches
were about the concept he had been working for the past month. 'It's
getting better. Only one lapse in two weeks.' he told himself
unconvinced. 'If Massaiev is not here, I can use the clock and
control myself. It's just the stress. I have nothing to fear.
Constantin will not hurt me or the boys as long as I do what he
wants.'
'I can play his game. I really
can.'
He noticed that the deep red
pencil had lost its point and took the sharpener, hating that all the
knives had been removed and he couldn't mould the point to his entire
satisfaction. “What if Conor plays with them?” Constantin had
told him and Guntram had been forced to accept the change. He
sharpened the pencil and used a sandpaper to correct the round point
before he began to work.
The clock's beeping made him
jump from his chair and he hit it carelessly before his son would be
woken up. He looked at the sketch pad and was glad that the images
were what he had planned to do in the day. Feverishly he counted the
pages and calculated that an average of twelve minutes per
illustration was all right and he had not lost track of time.
He set the alarm once more.
* * *
“That's very nice. What is
it?” Constantin asked as he put his arms around Guntram's shoulders
and looked at the faces of four young teenage girls, obviously from
the neighbourhood.
“I don't know who they are.”
Guntram quickly answered, recovering from the shock of being embraced
without a previous warning. “I thought I could use them as models
for the stories I wanted to illustrate. I still haven't found my idea
of how Basilissa should look.”
“Maybe they could do, but
there's a family air between them. Cousins?”
“Perhaps. They were having a
burger at the Mc Donalds'. I don't understand what they spoke,”
Guntram answered meekly, inwardly praying Constantin would stop the
interrogation there.
“We should wake up Conor. He
has to see his present.”
“Present?”
“Did you forget that today is
his birthday?” Constantin asked concerned.
“No! I just thought that he's
too small to celebrate it. He's a baby still,” Guntram replied,
trying to hide his embarrassment. 'Shit! I totally got wrong the
date. That's why Massaiev disappeared in the morning! He must have
gone to fetch something in the city.'
“Well, we can give him a very
small piece of cake. His doctor said it's all right and he can stay
up a bit longer tonight,” Constantin decided as he walked to the
other end of the room to pick the sleeping baby up. “Hello, Con.
Did you sleep well?” he asked with a gentle voice, trying to wake
him up.
Konrad half opened his eyes, and
groggily looked at the man holding him, only for a brief instant
before he buried his face in the broad chest, hoping to continue to
sleep. He seductively dedicated a smile to Constantin and the man
chuckled very amused at the small one's tactics to get what he
wanted.
“Not now, little one. Time to
be active or tonight you will never go to bed,” he said in Russian.
“With such a smile, women and men from all over Russia will come
after you. Don't worry, I won't let them take you from us. You are
our little sunshine.” He walked with the child in his arms to the
door and passed him to his nanny, ordering her to clean and dress him
with good clothes for the evening.
Guntram looked at the brief
exchange in awe and cracked a smile when Constantin returned his
attention to him.
“Why don't you get also
dressed? After all it's his first birthday, angel.” He closed the
distance between them and grabbed Guntram by the waist, easily
pulling him against his chest. Without waiting for his reply,
Constantin grabbed his chin and kissed him with passion, slightly
increasing the pressure on the waist when he wanted to deepen the
kiss. Satisfied with Guntram's passive reaction, he let him go.
“That beige, with light blue
squares jersey, looks very good on you, angel. It enhances the colour
of your eyes,” the Russian said softly and Guntram nodded silently,
gulping when Constantin lost all interest on him and began to inspect
his work. Unable to cope with the tension, he preferred to leave the
studio.
* * *
Guntram rushed to the living
room when he didn't find Constantin at his studio. He knocked on the
white wooden door and the well known voice told him to come in.
“Wonderful as ever,”
Constantin complimented him, holding a well groomed Konrad in his
arms. “Do you want some champagne?”
“No, thank you,” Guntram
answered curtly and tried to take the child in his arms but
Constantin released him on the floor and the baby escaped from his
father, looking at him astonished and slightly hurt by his need of
independence.
“Let him be, Angel. At this
age, everything but us is interesting.”
“Was that not at adolescence?”
Guntram closed his eyes when Constantin laughed and kissed him on the
forehead.
“No, now they still obey if
you say don't touch,” he answered and Guntram smiled. “I have
something for him.”
“He's too young to understand
what a present is.”
“He's old enough to open one.
In fact, he knows we are speaking about him,” he added, pointing to
the baby now sitting and carefully watching both grown ups. “Con,
come over here,” Constantin called him softly and the child crawled
fast half of the way toward him but the shinning gold-ivory balls set
as decoration over the coffee table distracted him and he changed his
direction.”
“Well, almost achieved,”
Constantin chortled and moved to fetch the baby. “I have something
for you, young man.” He sat Conor on the leather couch and Guntram
ran to sit next to him and hold him, afraid that he would fall to the
floor. Constantin took a green with a yellow ribbon package and
presented it to Conor. When Guntram leaned his body to help his son,
he delicately moved him away with a “let him try alone first.”
Konrad looked at the box and
tore the yellow ribbon and decidedly put it inside his mouth. “Well,
maybe you have to help him,” Constantin sighed and Guntram opened
the package by cutting the tape. Konrad watched with interest,
leaving the ribbon aside and launched himself to help to tear the
paper and eat the box.
“No, that's not your birthday
present.” Constantin laughed good-heartedly, holding the baby while
Guntram removed the lid and got a medium size fluffy red ball out.
The young man touched the soft
material that reminded him of plush but felt slightly different.
Konrad´s eyes lit at seeing the red ball and extended his tiny hands
to take it, but Constantin was faster and put it on the floor, making
it roll away as the baby almost jumped from his arms to go after it.
The Russian left Konrad on the
floor and he crawled toward the desired object, standing in the
middle of the room and flashing a light from its interior. When he
was about to catch it, the ball magically escaped and Konrad cried in
utter happiness running after it.
“What is this? It's magic.”
Guntram chuckled. “I never saw anything like this before.”
“Nothing magical. I has a
built in motion sensor. Every time he tries to catch it, it rolls
away. This ball will keep him entertained for some thirty minutes.”
“Where did you get it?” he
asked, taking Constantin's hand.
“At the company. Do you
remember Piotr Vassilich? The one who has triplets? He helped me with
the construction.”
“Did you do this for Con?”
“Winter is coming and he can't
go out as much as he would like, angel.”
Guntram jumped to the man's neck
and kissed him with gratitude. “It's a wonderful present,
Alexander. Thank you.”
“It's guaranteed to make him
tired by the end of the day,” Constantin answered smugly once he
had returned the kiss. “Seven engineers and physicists worked to
create this variant. The summer was a bit slow at the company. It was
either making this or group playing Mafia Wars and I would hate to be
defeated in a videogame.”
“How does it work? Where are
the batteries?” Guntram asked when the ball rolled to his feet and
he could pick it up and examine it.
“It
uses kinetic motion and has a small battery inside. The original is
called Socket
and you're supposed to play and use the battery to connect a LED lamp
or a water sterilizer device. We saw them at the Clinton Initiative
and as the company is one of the sponsors, we got one or two as
present and we gutted them in the old Russian way. It's a good idea
but very expensive to produce and I don't see that it has much use
for poor areas. This ball as toy could sell millions and buy real
generators with the money, but we are engineers and not politicians.
So, we gutted one and redesigned the interior to incorporate a LED
light, the motion sensor, a small motor to make it roll and made the
battery's capacity smaller because no child will stand more than half
hour playing. To make it start, you just have to make it roll and the
battery loads.”
“You made it?” Guntram asked
perplexed.
“It was a very slow summer for
all of us and we all have children. I think Illya is trying to get
one strong enough for his teenage son and his iPod. I was thinking
what to give Conor and I wanted something really special.”
“It's wonderful,” Guntram
said in awe and looked how his child crawled everywhere after the
ball. “Will he not get frustrated?”
“It stops in ten minutes more
and he can catch it.”
“Toddlers would love it,”
Guntram said.
“We have the international
patent, but the cost of producing it is too high. Over fifty dollars
per unit. Wouldn't sell many for Christmas. Who pays the price of a
tablet for a ball?”
“Thank you very much.”
Guntram kissed again Constantin and he grabbed the young man pulling
him against his chest, enjoying how his head remained there.
Some minutes later the ball
stopped and Konrad was able to grab it and kept it securely and
firmly clutched as he sat in the middle of the room, glowing with
satisfaction that he had defeated the ball. Guntram laughed at this.
“We can add to the description
'reinforces the child's self-confidence',” Constantin chortled.
“He looks so proud after catching it.”
“It's a hellish invention,
Alexander,” Guntram laughed. “Fortunately, it stops at some
point.”
“It's the baby against the
ball,” he joked. “He should learn that if he wants something, he
should get it by himself, Angel.”
* * *
After dinner, Guntram was busy
feeding his son with a small piece of cake, especially made for him,
while his own portion laid untouched on his dish. He was smiling as
Constantin told him the story of the drunken reindeer that once had
tried to break into the company's office. “It was a very bad idea
to plant those apple trees. The beasts get drunk on a regular basis
now.”
The sound of large cars parking
at the entrance stopped his story and his face changed into a stern
expression. “Go to the room in the cellar, Angel,” he said
quietly and Guntram picked Konrad in his arms and took the ball,
ready to obey.
Guntram's path was blocked by an
unknown man standing at the entrance and he gulped when the stranger
waved in front of his face a semi-automatic weapon, indicating that
he should return to his place.
Without checking with
Constantin, Guntram walked to one side of the room, keeping his child
against him, leaving free room to the Russian, remembering what had
transpired in Paraguay not so long ago.
Four men more stormed into the
room and Guntram noticed they were heavily armed with assault
riffles, yet their stance didn't indicate him that they had been in
the Army like all of Constantin's bodyguards.
A man, not older than his early
thirties pushed through the attackers and stood in front of the large
crystal-steel table, snarling with deep disgust and contempt to
Constantin.
“So, you're Kuragin,” he
said in English and Guntram was shocked. People spoke Russian and no
one cared if he could understand or not. For a brief second he hoped
the man had been sent by Konrad, but it was a short lived hope when
he grimaced at his side. “And this must be your little whore. Isn't
he a bit too old for this?”
Constantin didn't answer and
only looked at the young man coldly. 'By all looks, new to the trade.
Easy to deal with.' He held his impertinent gaze and relaxed even
more in his chair.
“You have a birthday party and
forgot to invite us?” he said with a smirk. “I thought people
from the city were better than this.”
'An idiot. Speaks too much.
These wild youths have so much to learn.' Constantin remained silent,
enjoying how the men became slightly nervous at his calm demeanour.
Using the table's reflection he checked that Guntram was heavily
panting and clutching his baby who looked at everything in awe, but
becoming more and more restless as he could smell his father's fear.
“Do you breed them too?” the
man asked pointing at Guntram. “Is it not a waste of money? You can
get a younger model whenever you want.”
“Quality is hard to find,
sir,” Constantin answered gravely.
“And good friends too,” the
other retorted. “You have no friends here and certainly you don't
know a minimum of manners.”
“I'm afraid we were not
introduced.”
“You forgot to pay your
contribution to the teamsters union for the past four years. We were
more than patient with you.”
“I'm afraid you're mistaken.
I've already contributed to your cause. Ask Kresky.”
“He forgot to pay us and we
are in charge now. It's four million roubles what you owe us.”
'Only that? He has no idea of
who I am.' “That's a large sum, Mr. Korsakhov,” Constantin said
evenly.
“How do you know my name?”
“You're quite famous in the
area, but your price is too high for my finances.”
“Look, you faggot, you have
till tomorrow to get the money or we will roast that baby to make you
think!” Korsakhov shouted and one of the men jumped to Guntram
hitting him on the face to rip Konrad from his arms. The young man
fell to the floor and before he could stand up to recover his son, a
man had put a weapon on his head. He remained frozen as his son
yelled furiously.
“Your bitch is clever,
Kuragin. We don't like faggots here, so it will be double for you.
Eight millions roubles tomorrow night or you'll never see your baby
again.”
“Very well, but I would
appreciate that you take away the corpses on your way out, please.”
Constantin said and Korsakhov saw two of his men being shot dead
against the wall. Guntram rose his hands to his mouth to prevent a
cry at the sight of the two bodies. 'He's crazy! Someone shot near my
baby!' He looked at the astonished man still holding his baby and
realised he would kill him without a single regret.
“What the fuck!” Korsakhov
yelled but stopped when he saw a red light over his heart and the men
pointing at him from the upper floor.
“Return the baby to my friend
and we can speak business,” Constantin said from his sitting
position, raising his voice over the wailing baby. “My men will
stop aiming at you when Fedia leaves this room.”
“You're very mistaken if you
think you can order here.”
“I do want to make business,
but as you say, let's leave it for the men. Children have nothing to
do here.”
Korsakhov moved his head and the
man holding the struggling baby dropped him to the floor and Guntram
ran to get him back in his arms. He pressed him against his chest and
shushed him, caressing his soft hair, doing his best to comfort him
from the fall.
“Go away, Fedia,” Constantin
ordered him nonchalantly. “I have business to do.”
* * *
Guntram crossed the living room
and watched in horror that two of Constantin's men were dragging a
body out of the house. He placed his hand over his son's eyes and
walked away faster than before.
“Easy, child. I have you now,”
he heard Massaiev's voice. “Come with me to the rooms in the
cellar. There's nothing for you here.”
“Who are they? How could they
enter here?”
“Through the door. Let Mr.
Kuragin deal with them,” Massaiev said taking him by the arm. “Is
Conor all right?”
“They hurt him!” Guntram
shouted and his son renewed his cries.
“That might hinder the
negotiation, but he doesn't look hurt. Come with me.” He grabbed
Guntram by the elbow and forced him to walk the stairs down to the
underground part of the house, where the servants used to sleep, the
home cinema was or for some reason Constantin kept five guest
bedrooms.
Guntram was led to the biggest
of them and he noticed that on top of the bed was Conor's favourite
plush toy, a hare with long ears that Constantin had brought for him
from the States some months ago. He looked at Massaiev in disbelief,
still panting and very afraid.
“Change the baby into his
nightclothes and you do the same too. You sleep here tonight. It's
practically impossible to access this part of the house, Massaiev
said curtly and turned around to give Guntram some privacy.
“Can you tell me what's going
on?”
“As you know, they're
negotiating and young people do rush things. Stay here where you're
safe and don't worry about anything.”
“Don't worry?” Guntram
shouted but one sharp look from Massaiev forced him to speak more
softly. “What's going on?”
“I suppose there was a change
in the leadership and this Korsakhov is the new boss in the area. He
only wants to tax Mr. Kuragin or his trucks will start to experience
some problems. Nothing unusual,” Massaiev answered without turning
his back. “Could you take your night pill?”
The pounding headache helped
Guntram to convince himself that this was not a nightmare but his
reality. “This whole situation is absurd,” he mumbled.
“It's our way of doing
business. Nothing to be concerned. Try to get some sleep.”
“Your way of doing business?
Guntram repeated in shock. “With assault rifles and hurting
children?”
“Russians are like cats, my
boy. The more they meow, the more they love each other. You don't
understand this, so leave it to Mr. Kuragin,” Massaiev said,
sitting on the bed to play with Conor. He chuckled when he saw the
baby take in his arms the large hare-bunny. “The toy is bigger than
him but he doesn't give up. Why don't you take a warm shower before
going to bed, Fedia? I can take care of him.”
Guntram looked at the old man in
disbelief. How could he be so casual? He opened his mouth to tell his
opinion but his mind forced him to bit his lips hard before his mouth
could say something he will regret later.
“Fine,” he mumbled and took
his pyjamas from under the pillow, noticing that Constantin's were
also there. 'He plans to move in too. Oh joy!'
Inside the bathroom he left the
water run hot till it scalded his skin but he didn't care. 'I can't
continue with this. I have to get out before someone hurts my Konrad.
The year is over. Constantin has to let us go.'
He redressed with the
nightclothes and returned to the bedroom to find his son partly
asleep, clutching his bunny, while Massaiev was telling a story in
Russian. He gulped and nervously smiled to the man and waited till he
was finished.
“Do you see, Fedia? He's fine
again. Try to relax you and he will forget all by tomorrow. Babies
don't know what weapons are but they can smell your fear. Calm down
and he will be fine,” Massaiev whispered as he pulled the covers
around Conor.
* * *
The bed cracked under a new
weight and Guntram woke up startled, jumping away from the hands that
were touching him. He sighed relieved when he recognised Constantin's
form.
“It's just me, Angel. Go back
to sleep,” he mumbled tiredly and delicately patted Conor's head.
“Have you been drinking?”
Guntram asked when he smelled the strong odour of vodka coming from
Constantin's breath.
“How do you close a deal in
Russia? Not with a samovar,” he answered with an ironic smile.
“Relax, Angel. We have a deal now.”
“With a gangster?”
“I can't kill them all. This
is my land and I don't shit where I eat, Angel. It's just a temporary
solution.”
“Which is?”
“I pay him three million
roubles for his services with the unionists and he provides some
security for me. It's a good arrangement for all of us. He will also
clean the mess upstairs,” Constantin said tiredly. “Now, let me
sleep.”
“Is that all?”
“Yes.”
“Are you planning to have them
around? A man who comes here with weapons and threatens my child?”
“Conor is mine, too. He left
with three men less. He also learned how I play. Bribing him is
cheaper than finishing him. We spoke long and agreed on the money. I
can't throw people into a batch full of acid in my own backyard!”
he whispered furiously and Guntram recoiled in the bed. “This is
not Latin American and he has connections with the local police. I
will solve this problem when I can do it in a discreet way. Do you
want me to start blowing up cars?”
“No,” Guntram whispered
looking very pale and afraid.
“Then, let me do business as I
know. I was on the top, remember? I know how to get there. I only
need to reinforce this idiot's power here so he defends the territory
from larger predators. If they come, they will kill him first. Let's
say, I just bought a new defence line.”
“How can you be so cold? He
hurt Conor!”
“His people will not lay a
finger on you or he any longer. They just met some of Dima's friends
and have learned the rules. We will have no further problems. You
stay with Massaiev or Dima.” He turned around in the bed. “Conor
is my son too. I will do anything in this world to protect him and
you. I swear I will not let anyone rob you again from me. Is that
clear, Guntram?” he asked clearly punctuating the name.
“I understand, Constantin,”
he whispered, trying to ignore the knot of fear nesting in the pit of
his stomach.
* * *
October
20th,
2011
'Perhaps it's the fading
sunlight what drives him nervous,' Massaiev thought, looking at
Guntram very concerned. 'He was much better in the summer and now,
he's more and more distant again, forgetting things, having those
memory lapses or painting strange things. Maybe the lack of UV rays
has this effect upon him. He comes from a sunny place and for some
reason he's terrified of the winter here.'
From his sitting position in the
garden, covered by the first snow, he watched how Konrad was rolling
on the snow and giggling as he played with the soft snowflakes. 'He,
on the other hand, is more used to this,' he thought proudly. 'A real
fine example of a child. Perhaps Fedia was like this before his
father dumped him in the boarding school.'
'Fedia is growing restless and I
don't understand why. He has no reason to fear this Korsakhov people.
The boss told him, they were going to move in time. Maybe to the
States again. Boss likes Boulder, Seattle or Aspen and they're good
cities to rise a child. Or maybe we go to Montreal. It would be good
to hear some French again.'
With some difficulty he rose
from the cold bench and felt a pang on his back. 'I'm getting old. If
this continues, I'll be hired as grandfather very soon. In fact, boss
starts to joke about it.' “Fedia!” he called out loud. “It's
lunchtime for Conor!”
“I'm coming,” Guntram
answered, picking up from the floor his covered with snow son. He
approached the man, shaking off the snow form the suit. “Maybe I
should change him before.”
“That's right, give him to
Galina. She can do it.” Massaiev said jovially. “This woman does
nothing the whole day. Not good.”
“You're too stern, Mikhail
Petrovich,” Guntram commented with a smile as he walked toward the
house.
“I've soften over the years,
believe me,” he chuckled. “You should have seen me when I was
young.”
Guntram's laughter died on his
lips when three unknown men blocked his path and circled him.
“Well, here's the little bitch
we have to baby sit,” one of them said in Russian.
“Get out of here,” Massaiev
grunted.
“Or what, old man?” another
one smirked. “Come on, princess, go home. It's too cold for you,”
he said in English.
“You will address Mr. Tarasov
with respect or your contract will be terminated,” Massaiev grunted
and came closer to the man as the other two loudly sneered.
“With people like you, Kuragin
desperately needs a new security team around,” one of them
snickered.
“We'll see.” Massaiev pulled
Guntram from the sleeve as he stood rooted in the earth, looking at
the men terrified.
“Nice baby, how much did you
pay for him?” One of them casually asked and Guntram looked at him
in horror. “Good to have a sugar daddy like yours, but maybe he
changes you for a younger model, don't you think, Medved?”
“I've heard the bitch is also
sick and the brat cries all night. Best Kuragin can do is selling him
to recover part of the money,” the man commented contemptuously.
Guntram breathed raggedly,
listening to the men laughing.
“I'll report your behaviour,”
Massaiev barked and pulled much stronger than before from Guntram's
sleeve. The young man was petrified as he clutched his son very
strongly. 'Not now, child. These are just bumps. Nothing to worry
about.' With great effort, the old man could drag Guntram away and
inside the house.
“You should not worry about
them. I'll speak with Mr. Kuragin, tonight,” he said and Guntram
looked at him sadly. “They will have no contact with you.”
Guntram remained silent,
fighting against the fear. 'What if they take my child? They're not
Constantin's men.'
“Child!” Massaiev shook him
from his catatonic state. “Go upstairs and give Conor to the nanny.
He's dripping water all over the place.”
“Yes, you're right,” he
mumbled and went away.
* * *
'Constantin can't protect Konrad
if he's never here. He's always away in his company or travelling.
I'm alone with Massaiev or Dima and his two men. Defeating them that
night was sheer luck. They outnumber us,' Guntram thought in his
studio, watching his son sleep after lunch.
'I have to go away. The year is
over. Constantin should let me go.'
His door was jerked open and the
large man, built like a bear, Medved walked with long strides inside
the room and began to inspect Guntram's paintings.
“Nice stuff. I thought you
were one of those people who doodle or throw paint to the canvas and
pose it as art, but these landscapes are good.”
“Please, leave this room. My
son is sleeping here.”
“Really princess?” the man
smirked. “We should be friends if we are going to be together.”
He closed the space between them. “You're not bad looking, after
all.”
“Get out,” Guntram growled.
“Play nice and we can reach a
deal between us. You don't want anything bad happening to your
bastard, don't you?”
“Get out.”
“Suit yourself, princess.
Don't cry later if the little bastard has an accident. Your daddy
can't hold your hand all the time, and there, I'll get you. Kuragin
is just a faggot with money and paid the boss without any complaints.
Maybe he asks that he hands his pet over us. Ever been in a gang
bang? Very funny for us.”
Guntram fixed his eyes on the
man but he was not impressed by the look of pure fury. “Shit,
you're something when you're pissed. Fucking you is gonna be real
fun,” he chortled and left the room.
Fear gripped his heart and
Guntram felt his eyes clouded. Without thinking he walked toward the
crib and gently took the sleeping boy in his arms. Konrad continued
to sleep undisturbed by the change. Guntram went to the baby's room
and dressed him with his thick coat and boots. He took his own coat
from the closet and walked the stairs down.
He left the house through the
kitchen door, from where the maids have fled when the rude men had
taken it by assault after lunch. Guntram passed through them like a
whirlwind and the gangsters didn't care about him, busy with their
talk.
Still gripping his son, Guntram
walked as if he were in a dream, only thinking to reach the city and
leave the place. He had no plan, no idea of where he was but he was
confident that if he walked the path through the forest to the main
road, he would find someone who could take him to Khanty Mansiysk.
The snow made the walking
difficult, but he continued to cross the white immensity without
pausing, aware that his child was in danger, not minding about the
cold or how quickly the sunlight was fading. He only walked faster,
stubbornly ignoring the slight pain pinching his chest.
Time ceased to exist for him as
he walked through the forest, by the road, knowing that he was
getting near the main road and once there, his child would be safe.
He ignored the jackdaws warning squawks as he walked, doing his best
to keep his son, deeply asleep, warm.
He almost missed the black van
cutting his path. Guntram looked at it and almost began to run afraid
of the driver, but Dima Klatschko jumped out of the vehicle and
shouted him to stop.
“Are you crazy boy? Where're
you going? Don't you know the temperature drops well below zero after
the sun is away?” He yelled as he approached Guntram. “If Mr.
Kuragin finds you here, you're dead! Give me child!”
“No!” Guntram shouted and
tried to run away but Dima caught him by the collar as if he were
nothing but a puppy. With ease, he punched the young man to the
ground but caught the baby before he would hit the ground.
The lack of crying from the
infant paralysed the man's heart with fear. 'Please, let he be alive,
it wasn't that cold,' he repeated inside and walked fast back to the
car, strongly rubbing the child's sides.
He opened the passenger's door
and laid the small body on the seat and continued to rub his
fervently, noticing how pale his face was and that his lips were
blue. 'If he dies, boss will kill us all.'
Guntram ran to the car and tried
to move the man away from his son, but Dima pushed him away more
violently than before. “You're insane! Who takes a child out in
this weather? You may have well killed him!”
“Give him to me!”
“No! Get in the fucking car
and give me a blanket. We have to get him warm again or he will die!”
The Russian shouted, fighting against his desire of beating Guntram
to death. “What kind of idiot are you?” he yelled again.
“I'm going home!”
“What? You're crazier than
anyone thought! You're delusional. What was your big plan? Walking
till you freeze? This child is frozen and will die if we don't get
him warm!”
Guntram looked at him in horror
and without thinking he took off his coat and wrapped it around
Konrad and pressed him around his chest.
“Stop that! Let me feel his
pulse,” the man said and took the small wrist with two fingers.
“It's very weak and fast,” he evaluated. “We have to get him to
the house and call his doctor. Get in the car!” he ordered and
Guntram obeyed him.
As Dima circled the van to drive
away, the well known form of a black Bentley made him freeze in his
place. He gulped as Constantin descended from his car and approached
the SUV.
“What are you doing here?”
he growled in Russian as he had still not seen Guntram and the child.
“I'm returning home, sir,”
Dima said very nervously.
Constantin fixed his black eyes
on Klatschko and saw how the man was becoming more and more nervous.
“Home?”
“With Fedia, yes,” Dima
admitted.
Constantin turned around and
walked to the passenger's side and opened the door to find Guntram
and the baby wrapped in the coat. He immediately realised that the
child was well below his normal temperature and tore him from
Guntram's arms.
“What did you do?” he
growled in a feral way after he touched the still cold baby. “His
skin is frozen.”
“I wanted to go home,”
Guntram whispered and tried to get his son back but Constantin held
him firmly as his two bodyguards ran to his side.
Without saying a word,
Constantin passed the child to one of his men and whispered something
in Russian and the men rushed to the Bentley, carrying the baby away.
He watched how the car drove away, trying to calm himself but he
couldn't. He turned around, his face contorted from the fury and
Guntram took several steps backwards till his back hit with the car,
sure that Constantin would kill him right there.
Constantin walked toward him and
hit him with a mind blowing blow that threw him to the floor. Without
giving his time to recover, Constantin crouched on the snow and
caught the youth by the neck and hit his head against the car several
times, squeezing the throat till Guntram felt his lungs on fire.
With another punch, Constantin
released him and stood up. “You're crazy!” he shouted. “I'll
make you pay for this and this time, you'll learn what I do to
traitors!”
“Constantin!” Guntram
yelled.
“Sir, he wasn't thinking
straightforward,” Dima interfered fearfully. “Massaiev told me
the new men hassled him on the morning. He had nothing with him and
was walking alone.”
“He could have killed my son!”
Constantin yelled and Dima bent his head down, terrified of being
Repin's next target. Constantin ignored his henchman and faced
Guntram again. “Is that how you want to play? You kill my boy and
that's your revenge? Well, I will kill the other two.”
“They wanted to kill him!”
Guntram shouted. “I was saving him!”
“Stupid animal!” Constantin
roared, smashing the frail body against the car again. “I'm going
to show you your place! I'm ordering Lintorff's bastards to be killed
tonight if something happens to Conor.”
“No!! I don't know what
happened to me!” Guntram cried. “He told me Conor was going to
have an accident if I didn't do what he wanted!”
“Who?”
“I don't know! He was fine! He
was just asleep!”
“You fall to sleep before you
freeze to death,” Constantin said very slowly, recovering part of
his normal demeanour. “His lips were blue. Pray that he's fine when
we get home or I'll make you pay dearly. You hurt him to take revenge
on me!”
“His my son! Do you think I
would hurt him, you asshole!” Guntram yelled back and Constantin
backhanded him very strongly but Guntram was out of himself and
punched him on the stomach as he launched his body against the
Russian.
Dima watched very shocked how
the small man collided with full force against his well trained boss,
making him fall on his back as Guntram used all his weight to pin him
down and hit him in the face. 'There's something true about calling
him Sable,' he thought but dashed to get the boy away from his boss.
'He's totally crazy,' Constantin
thought, but refrained himself from hitting Guntram back. 'I could
snap his neck but what then?' and only repelled the attack. While
Dima was pulling from the furious Guntram to remove him from his
boss, the young man simply collapsed on top of Constantin's chest.
Constantin moved him aside and
took the boy's pulse on the artery, concerned that all had been too
much for Guntram and that he was finally going to die in the middle
of nowhere.
“Is it a heart attack?” Dima
asked anxiously.
“No, he has an ICD. It should
control the arrhythmia and prevent the heart attack.”
“Boss, people with such things
also die.”
“We take him home and call his
doctor,” Constantin said slightly shaking Guntram to make him come
back to his senses but he was oblivious. Constantin scooped him in
his arms and Dima ran to open the SUV's door for him.
* * *
The young doctor closed the
bedroom door and faced the distressed man standing in front of him.
'Sverdloff told me he was a difficult customer, and he was damn
right.' “Mr. Tarasov's heart condition is stable, sir. He needs to
rest tonight.”
“What happened? He fainted
just like this.”
“He's very tired and I will
tell you more when I have his blood tests results. The heart is fine,
although he looks very tired and stressed. Was he under a stressful
situation lately? That might well explain the fainting. He's also
suffering from anaemia, but I want confirmation before I prescribe
something for it.”
“He was out walking in the
snow. I assume some five or six kilometres.”
“With this weather and with
his condition? No, he should not do it and he should eat better. He's
underweight and I'm going to prescribe him some more vitamins.
Tomorrow or the day after, he should come to my office and we will
check the ICD's records.”
“Thank you, doctor,”
Constantin said. “The driver will take you home.”
Constantin waited till the
doctor disappeared from his view before he entered in the room.
'Finally it happened. Massaiev was right. He can't be trusted with a
child. But if I take Conor away from him, he will die of sorrow. I
have to tame him once more and get something for his depressions.
It's getting out of control and he could hurt himself once more.'
He sat on the bed and looked at
the sleeping man. 'The doctor must have given him something. Good,
will not give me troubles for the time being.' He bent his body over
the bed to kiss Guntram and he woke up.
“How is Conor?” Guntram
asked fearfully.
“Fine, sleeping in his crib.
His doctor was here and she says he will have to stay inside the
house for some days. She thinks there will be no further
consequences.”
“I didn't want to do it. I
don't know what happened to me.”
“You could have killed him.”
Constantin said very slowly 'Good, he's not crying for the Lintorff
bastards sake.'
“I didn't realise it. I swear
Constantin that I never planned this. I just knew I had to go to
protect him.”
“Fedia, you're always afraid
of cold. Why did you walk out in the snow? Where were you planning to
go without money?”
“I don't know,” a devastated
Guntram murmured. “Do you think I am crazy? Tell me the truth,
Constantin.”
“Alexander, Fedia.”
Constantin corrected him. “Your behaviour is erratic sometimes and
simply impossible to understand. You have these lapses when you lose
time or draw things you don't remember. Your depressions worsen in
the Winter season.”
“Do you think I am a
schizophrenic?”
“I'm not a psychiatrist,
Angel,” Constantin answered very softly. “But schizophrenia is
something very serious and with many more symptoms than those you
have. No, I think you are still stressed over your current situation
and refuse to accept it.”
Guntram remained silent and
fixed his gaze upon the bedclothes. “The year is over, my friend,”
he said softly. “I want to go home.”
“So that's all?” Constantin
asked very calmly and Guntram hoped he would honour his part of the
deal.
“I guess so,” he mumbled. “I
did my best to please you but you know that I don't love you. We are
nothing but friends who share a bed.”
“Is that so bad?”
“It's not the same as love.
You told me I could go home after a year. I don't want to stay here.
It's not safe for Conor.”
“What do you want to do? Take
the next plane back to Zurich?” Constantin asked sweetly.
“Would you let me do it?”
“How do you plan to tell
Lintorff where you have been living since June 2009 or with whom you
have been sleeping with? Ah, let's don't forget the year old little
blonde problem you have to show him,” Constantin snarled. “Ah,
one more thing. What are you going to tell him about those marks in
your arm?”
“Konrad will understand me,”
Guntram whispered feeling very sick.
“Why do you say it's not safe
for our child to be here?” Constantin asked and Guntram cringed
when he heard the clear “our child” pronounced.
“I fear these men.”
“Why?”
“They're brutal and they don't
answer to you. They think you're no one and that they can squeeze all
the money they want from you; that you would pay for the baby if they
do something to him. They're criminals and I don't want him near
them!” Guntram shouted the final words.
“So
your solution for this minor
problem is to run away and take my son away from me? Run to my worst
enemy and give him what's rightfully mine?” Constantin said very
slowly.
“You gave me your word!”
“Circumstances have changed.
If you want, go away. I don't care any longer. I have enough of you
and your tantrums. But Conor stays here. He's as mine as yours and I
will not give him up.”
“You can't do this! He's my
child!” Guntram shouted.
“The same child you almost
killed today. You're unfit to be a parent. Maybe you're a mental
case, maybe not but the consequences for him would have been the
same. Freezing to death. I created this life, not you, and I will not
let you endanger his life. Is that clear enough for your troubled
mind?”
“I can take care of him!”
“He stays here, Fyodor and you
should better earn your right to be near him,” Constantin growled
taking him from the wrists with a strong grip. “I saved your life,
gave you the child and this is how you repay me? Very well, Guntram.
If you think you can take care of him on your own, you'll work for
his keep.”
Thanks, Tionne
ReplyDeleteI'm heartbroken. Gutram when I think I'll be fine, comes more suffering.
Now I can only hope, heartbroken, over 15 days.
hugs
I dont know what came over me but i cried reading this chapter... it made me remember that before he met konrad and constantin.. Guntram was kind, innocent and full compassion and optimism but now, he is so broken that I cant stop my tears from falling... I hate konrad and Constantin!! And i'm beginning to be scared of the ending of this story... it seems so sad, so tragic for poor guntram....... I hope that this will have a happy ending because it will probably break my heart...
ReplyDeleteWaaa, thank you very much...*hugs* *kisses*
ReplyDeletePleaseeeee Goran...Alexei...James Bond...anybody...just save and get Guntram out of there! The poor lad is highly depressed and desperately need help! I have mixed feelings about Constantin...sometimes i can't tolerate his actions toward Guntram, but sometimes i can understand him & even feel sorry for him.
ReplyDeleteThanks Tionne for this chapter. Can't wait for the next! ;)
¡Qué capítulo tan angustiante! Pensaba que las cosas podían comenzar a mejorar para Guntram, pero ya veo que todo está empeorando. Comparto plenamente el cometario que está más arriba sobre como Guntram pasó de ser una persona inocente y llena de compasión a alguien quebrado emocional y psíquicamente. En algún momento de la historia llegué a pensar que el “final feliz” para Guntram podía ser que de una vez por todas tanto Konrad como Constantine lo dejaran en paz y continuar su vida en solitario, pero cómo está la situación ahora… ya no lo sé. ¿Podrá alguna vez volver a valerse por sí mismo
ReplyDeleteSaludos, Alejandra