Friday 27 September 2019

TS 3 Chapter 3


Chapter 3


June 15th, 2015
Abu Dhabi Airport

“Otets!!” Kurt yelled as he strongly pulled Guntram's jacket to get his attention. Guntram looked down at the little boy, astonished by the use of that unfamiliar word and his eyes followed the small finger pointed well beyond his back. 
Guntram's blood froze when he saw the figure standing in front of him. Kurt disentangled himself from Guntram's hold and ran to the man, quickly jumping to his open arms. 
'He can't possibly remember him,' Guntram shook his head as the phrase went over and over through his head. He felt dizzy and needed to support himself against the pristine marble corridor wall. The coldness of the material permeated itself through his jacket and shirt; his back spine could feel each irregularity in the stone. He lifted his eyes to look beyond Constantin's frame and saw Dima and three other men he vaguely remembered from his years in Siberia. 
Constantin prattled in Russian with his child although the boy couldn't say many words and even less form a full sentence but the way he clung to the man's neck showed how happy he was to see Constantin again. 
The Russian smiled, kissed the child on the cheek and quickly passed him to the arms of Dima who also spoke a few words to him, making him smile. With long strides, the men walked away and Guntram sprang to his feet and walked towards them but Constantin's stare silenced him. 
“Of all the stupid things you've done in your life, Guntram, this is by far the greatest.” Constantin used that calm, slow and patronizing tone he employed each time he was about to explode in a burst of deadly violence. 
Guntram took three steps back as his eyes followed the four men quickly going away. 
“Are you really considering to throw a tantrum in an Islamic country, Guntram? Remember, Dima is a Muslim Chechen and he has the upper hand over you.” Constantin said softly as threw a disdainful gaze over Guntram. 
Guntram forced himself to calm down and quiet his mind, bombarding him with thousands of questions. 'Panicking won't help me,' he told to himself.