Chapter 20
April
28th,
2012
Stockholm
Both men looked leaned on the
parapet of the bridge with their gazes lost in the horizon.
“It's certainly going to be
boring without you, boss,” Dima said softly.
“Are you getting sentimental
on me, Klatschko?” Constantin sneered.
“After so many years... Almost
twenty now. Not many marriages last so long,”
“Twenty-two years working
together,” Constantin remembered with a pinch of melancholia as he
lighted another cigarette.
“Don't you want to try it once
more? Just for Conor's sake.”
“If I run after him, I'll make
a mistake and we will all pay for it. We are in their territory now.
Oblomov must have told them everything.”
“It's a huge sacrifice, boss.”
“It's just a pause in the
game. Let Guntram run to Lintorff. They will be so busy
congratulating themselves that they won't notice a thing. When the
times come, I'll get my Conor back. After all, he's the only good
thing I got from his father.”
“He's a beautiful child
indeed,” Dima agreed. “I'm sorry for Massaiev, he really liked
and cared for them.”
“He was getting too old. Can
you imagine him in a nursing home? It was a good end for him.”
“My family arrived to Puerto
Vallarta three days ago, boss.”
“I'm leaving for Rennes
tonight. It's time for Mr. Dubois to return home. France was always
my second homeland.”
“I think you should consider
another place, boss. It's like courting with disaster.”
“It's
perfect. I almost went mad in the middle of the jungle. I need to see
a theatre or a Museum now and then. What's the use of having so much
money if you can't enjoy it? Maybe, I'll write my memoirs,”
Constantin joked and Dima laughed.
“It would be certainly worth
buying it. At least the whole first edition to burn it down before
somebody reads it.”
“Good bye, there are no debts
between us any longer,” Constantin said after some minutes spent in
amiable silence and companionship and he offered his hand.
“Thank you, boss,” Dima said
earnestly. “I'm really sorry it didn't work as you planned. We
should have taken the boy the minute we saw him. He was perfect for
you.”
Constantin sadly smiled and once
more looked into the glistening waters. “Breaking a conditioning
like his one is almost impossible, Dima. Didn't Massaiev tell it to
us hundred of times? Guntram was seriously damaged since he was a
child. A real pity. The world lost a true genius. I can already
imagine his future; living in Lintorff's cage, terrified of his own
shadow and sick. He won't last long. Sverdloff was not very
optimistic after the surgery.”
“You should get your baby back
before Lintorff drives him mad like he did with the father. He was
very happy to be with you.”
“I will do it when the time is
right. Good luck, my friend.”
* * *
April
30th,
2012
Copenhagen
Guntram recovered himself from
the shock and laughed. “My name? So much for a memorable night with
me. I told it before we started to kiss. Can you not tell it?”
“If you want my help, you'd
better spit it out.”
“Fyodor Tarasov. Do you want
to see my papers? he asked nervously. “Don't you believe that I'm
twenty-nine years old?”
“I believe you're lying to me
since the first minute I saw you. Why? I have no idea. Are you in
troubles with the police?”
“I? No, nothing like that!”
Guntram tried to escape from the bed, but John caught him by the arm,
making him wince and recoil. John released his arm in no time.
“That could be true. You look
like someone who has never broken a dish in his life.”
“Is that the way you court
your wannabe lovers?” Guntram attacked.
“I saw your book, Einstein.
Guntram de Lisle. There are photos of you in the internet.”
Guntram paled but forced himself
to giggle like a fool. “So you know my big secret.”
“I'm waiting for an
explanation, prince. Should I call you Guntram?”
“No! That's my artistic alias.
I use it for painting and writing. Hundreds of people do the same.”
“Normally, artists sign with
their real names. They beg for attention.”
“I have a common name and this
one sounded mysterious.”
“Weird,” John taunted him
and Guntram huffed upset. “Where did you get such a name?”
“Phone listing.”
“Did you exhibit at the
Vatican?”
“I have two portraits there,
yes.”
“So you're famous.”
“Yes, the masses love me.
Madonna is getting jealous,” Guntram sneered.
“All right, I believe you. Do
you really live in Uruguay?”
“I was born there, but as I
told you I moved to Europe in 2002. Conor was born in Uruguay too.”
“So, you're nothing more than
an artist who hides from people.”
“I was always shy.”
“All right, we will drive away
tomorrow to Bruges. Stay tonight here.”
“I don't want to leave Conor
alone. What if he cries?”
“Leave the door open. This so
called “suite” is nothing more than a large room with a table and
some chairs. I like to cuddle and your son has something already.
I'll get a very big teddy bear for him,” John said and yawned.
“Night,” was his last word before he readjusted his position in
the bed and fell asleep.
Guntram's back remained stiff
for a long time before he could exhale a sigh and slid under the
covers. He watched at the sleeping man, softly snoring and closed he
eyes. 'That was close. I never wanted to hurt John or use him. I
thought he was using me just as I was using him.'
'I can't leave him. I need him
to escape Constantin. He must be around, looking for us like crazy.
Maybe he doesn't know I'm with John.'
'What if I get him hurt in the
process? Really hurt. Constantin would kill him with his bare hands
if he knew we are together in bed. Konrad would do it too. He was
always so jealous.”
'Yes, that's right. He was.
Maybe he found someone else and is happy. Maybe it did work with
Eberhard and the two of them are happy and Karl and Klaus too.'
'Do I have the right to come
back? I left him. Not entirely on my own but how do I come back? 'Hi
Konrad, this is Konrad Jr.? Sorry, I forgot to write but I was living
with Constantin for three years in Siberia? Ah, by the way, he's the
father of my son too.'
'It sounds worse than what John
tells me.'
'If I return, I'll endanger the
boys' lives. Constatin would never give up. I was all the time afraid
that he could hurt Conor, but he has accepted him as if he were his
baby. He would shoot me in the head just to keep him.”
He contemplated the sleeping man
and felt something stir inside him. 'Under that bad ass attitude,
there's a good heart. I bet he worked his way to the top and never
cheated anyone. Maybe overcharging his customers a bit, but he has
never hurt anyone. I can feel it and I'm not wrong with him.'
'He's a good man and deserves so
much better.'
His eyes guessed John's big form
in the darkness and Guntram genuinely smiled. 'Maybe happiness is
just to have a nine to five job, a small house with a yard for Konrad
to play in and someone like him, with a clean and non conflictive
past.
'The greatest temptation of all
is not money or power; it's just that. A simple life.'
'What wouldn't I give to have
one? A new continent, a small house. I know I can work and survive
and no Order or mobsters around.'
'But I can't do this to Konrad.
He needs to know that I'm fine and that I didn't leave him on my own
or that he's responsible for what happened. I have to ease Goran's
fears; he deserves it and I wouldn't turn my back on him. He never
abandoned me.'
'He's truly my best friend.
Maybe he wants to be Konrad's godfather when I baptise him. I can't
think of anyone better.'
* * *
May
4th,
2012
Chalons sûr Mer
It was a glorious day for the
real estate agent of the small town in the North of France. God had
answered her prayers in the form of a French-Russian kind and well
loaded middle age man.
“Monsieur
Arseniev, the property we are going to visit needs a small
renovation. You should look at the potential of the house and the
wonderful river included in the twenty acres garden. The forest
surrounding it is simply astonishing,” she said as the man drove
his brand new Audi Q7. “This is the right moment to buy a property.
The prices can't fall any longer and the market starts to show some
signs of recovery.”
“I'm more interested in the
house than in the gardens. You mentioned a renovation,” Constantin
said, not impressed at all by the woman's prattle.
“Ah, just some painting and
perhaps the lights. It's a very luminous house and in a wonderful
environment.”
Constantin only looked at her
and smirked, already imagining the shape of the house if she was so
desperately trying to focus his attention on the gardens.
“You have to turn left here,”
she indicated him, pointing to a small path carved in the forest.
“The property is five kilometres away from the town and you can do
your shopping there. Lille is forty-two kilometres away from here and
with the TGV you can be in Paris in two hours or less. On working
days, there are services almost every hour. It's an ideal place.”
“Yes, I saw the photos in your
webpage,” Constantin told her. 'The location looks ideal. Isolated
but near civilization,' he thought.
“When did you return from
Russia?”
“A month ago. I've been
travelling around and decided to settle down once more in the north.
We are originally from St. Petersburg, but I was born here, in
Paris,” Constantin said amiably. 'Small town, they all want to know
everything about you, but once they see there's nothing interesting,
they forget you. I have to keep a straight face in front of them.'
“Were you living in St.
Petersburg?” she asked as Constantin parked in front of an old
castle.
“A few years. I'm an engineer
and worked many years in Siberia in the oil industry,” he answered
with a tired smile. “I was retired a few months ago after working
like a madman since I was twenty years old and found myself with a
large compensation for my years of service, but completely alone. I
want to start again in France.”
'Poor man, he's so good looking.
Russians look incredible,' she thought but kept a professional face.
“The house dates from the XIX century and it's built in the
Napoleon III style. There is also a guest house as you can see over
there which was built in the XVIII century and the caretakers house
dates from the XVII and it was originally an old mill. Many of the
people who are interested in this property think this could be a
wonderful spa-hotel,” she finally bluffed.
“It's too far away from a good
communication road. GPS are good but they don't work miracles,”
Constantin refuted her with a smirk.
“The price is very
competitive, sir,” she said evenly.
“This can only be said after
seeing the inside of house. So far I like what I see.” Constantin
replied, glancing at the squared two stores with a mezzanine house
painted in yellow and white.
“It needs just a small
renovation. The family lived until a few months ago,” she said.
“Why are they selling?”
“The house belonged to an old
man and his children prefer to sell it. They all live in Paris.”
“Good, for a moment I thought
you were going to tell me that they sell because they can't cope with
the ghost living here,” he joked and pointed to some of the almost
falling parts of the roofs.
“There are no ghosts here,”
she said laughing. “No one as far as we know was drowned in the
pond and the owner passed away in Lille, in a nursing home.”
“Pity, a ghost makes things
interesting,”
“Indeed,” she chuckled as
she fought with the keys and a hinged main door.
“Allow me, please,”
Constantin offered. 'Add new door and windows to the “small
painting job”.' After a small battle with the door, he was able to
open it and they entered in a large classical foyer, where some
furnitures were simply abandoned there.
“The family includes the
furniture in the final price,” she said immediately. “They are
very good pieces.”
“In need of a good restorer,”
Constantin retorted after a quick but thoroughly inspection on them.
“I think a cleaning will do,”
she commented full of enthusiasm.
'With this humidity? Have the
owners not isolated the pond?' Constantin thought as he noticed the
humidity stains in the lower parts of the walls.' Without adding
another word he walked across the first floor as the real estate
agent told him about the living room, dining room, library, two
bathrooms and kitchen. The first floor consisted of two large
bedrooms with bathroom's and a large parental suite. There were other
seven bedrooms distributed between the second and third floors with
two more shared bathrooms per floor.
“It's an ideal house to be
reconverted into a hotel, alas the crisis stops most projects,” she
said once they finished the visit.
“This house gives no
reasonable profit margins with the price you're asking,” Constantin
fired. “This place needs a complete renovation; the plumbings are
old, there are humidities everywhere, the roof needs fixing, the
isolation is in bad shape, not to mention the heating system and
somehow, the pond leaks.”
“This castle is one of the
most beautiful in the area.”
“The electrical system dates
from World War Two,” Constantin added. “Do you still have
permission to use that kitchen?”
“The house is in a protected
area classified as ISMH, sir,” she protested.
“More to my favour. I can't
put it down and build anew.”
“There are no properties like
this one any longer. One point four million euros is a fantastic
price.”
“Fantastically high,”
Constantin retorted with an ironic smile. 'I have to build the
illusion that I have money but I'm not that rich.' “There are two
other properties of similar characteristics and already renovated and
the asking price is bellow of what you're asking for this one.”
“They don't have a caretakers
house.”
“Which has to be put down, but
I can't do it as it must be well protected. Fixing that old mill will
cost me over a hundred thousand.”
“The owners can lower the
price a bit,” she admitted, slightly panicking at the idea that her
only customer for the house in two years was slipping through her
fingers.
“Offer them a million.”
“They will not go so low.”
“They will get the money at
the end of the week,” Constantin said. “Should I drive you back
to your office?”
“All right, I think the owners
will agree to your conditions.”
“Excellent,” Constantin
answered with a smile and offered his hand to her. “Do you know any
building company in the area? I would like to employ my future
neighbours.”
Thanks Tionne
ReplyDeleteTionne me of a Christmas present?
releases an extra chapter on December 25
Love this book,
VALL
Oh, Constantin se va a mudar cerca de París y Guntram va a pasar dos semanas allí con John! Interesante... Estoy ansiosa para Guntram se ponga en contacto con Goran, pero temo la reacción de Konrad cuando se entere de la existencia de Conor
ReplyDelete¡Gracias por compartir el capítulo!
Saludos, Alejandra
Will The Substitute 2 book be available in e-book format anytime soon?
ReplyDeleteNo, I had enough with e-books, Amazon, piracy and so on. The beta version of the whole novel will be published in the blog in the near future. The edited version is reserved for the books.
DeleteThanks for your interest