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Sunset shines through the dusty window and old glass casts wavy
light patterns onto the old and broken wallpaper and badly painted
floor. Old fluorescent light fixture hums behind the laptop with
cold bluish light. I sit behind the laptop on a red chair, relax
and listen to the music. One of the sudden I hear a loud bang,
door snapped open in the hallway and footsteps running towards my
apartment. I jump onto the kitchen table at the blind corner of the
apartment, grab the knife and wait. Bang as loud as thunder hits
the door, then another one and the lock is broken, I hear door
handle drop on the hard wood floor. Door is pulled open and gunman
walks in, I jumped on his back and stabbed him to the throat.
Another one pulls me off him and tries to hit with a baseball bat,
I jumped over the first guy, grabbed his gun and shot the other one.
He falls back out of the apartment and against the neighbours door,
smearing blood over it. I hear someone run away, but as I make it
to the hallway he’s out of the door. Quickly I change the clothes,
grab my backpack and passport and jump out of the window onto fire
escape ladder. I run into the nearby forest and doesn’t stop until
making it to the thicker part of it. Thousand thought come to my
mind, one worse than the other. I pull out my phone, but Aleksei
already calls to me.
light patterns onto the old and broken wallpaper and badly painted
floor. Old fluorescent light fixture hums behind the laptop with
cold bluish light. I sit behind the laptop on a red chair, relax
and listen to the music. One of the sudden I hear a loud bang,
door snapped open in the hallway and footsteps running towards my
apartment. I jump onto the kitchen table at the blind corner of the
apartment, grab the knife and wait. Bang as loud as thunder hits
the door, then another one and the lock is broken, I hear door
handle drop on the hard wood floor. Door is pulled open and gunman
walks in, I jumped on his back and stabbed him to the throat.
Another one pulls me off him and tries to hit with a baseball bat,
I jumped over the first guy, grabbed his gun and shot the other one.
He falls back out of the apartment and against the neighbours door,
smearing blood over it. I hear someone run away, but as I make it
to the hallway he’s out of the door. Quickly I change the clothes,
grab my backpack and passport and jump out of the window onto fire
escape ladder. I run into the nearby forest and doesn’t stop until
making it to the thicker part of it. Thousand thought come to my
mind, one worse than the other. I pull out my phone, but Aleksei
already calls to me.
“I heard. Where are you?”
“In the forest.”
“Meet me at our 2nd place. I pick you up.”
“Okay. Will do.”
He hangs off the phone. I turn it off, pull out the battery and
put it all into my backpack side pocket. It seems to take the
whole eternity to get there, despite it was only 2 kilometers to
get there. I saw his black BMW standing at the dark corner of the
parking lot, walk towards it and sit to the back seat. He brought
his friend Dmitri.
put it all into my backpack side pocket. It seems to take the
whole eternity to get there, despite it was only 2 kilometers to
get there. I saw his black BMW standing at the dark corner of the
parking lot, walk towards it and sit to the back seat. He brought
his friend Dmitri.
“So what happened?”
“I heard bang, then they came to my door and shot the lock. I killed
two of them with a kitchen knife.”
two of them with a kitchen knife.”
“Somebody put a hit on you. We wanted to interrupt without scaring
you but we were too late.”
you but we were too late.”
“A hit? By who?”
“Someone with a lot of cash and a vengeance against you.”
“What the fuck? I have no idea who I pissed off to be honest.”
“Okay, okay. We find it out eventually, but meanwhile you have to
disappear. I have a friend in Poland, who can help. You wouldn’t
mind a little work for your own safety right?”
disappear. I have a friend in Poland, who can help. You wouldn’t
mind a little work for your own safety right?”
“Yeah, sure. Whatever helps me out.”
“Okay. How much money do you have, I need to arrange you a ride
and I need it.”
and I need it.”
“I have some collected onto my bank account. 1500 or so.”
“500 is enough. Keep the rest, you need it.”
We stopped at random ATM where I could withdraw all the money from
the bank account. He then took my card and burn it.
the bank account. He then took my card and burn it.
“Use cash only, don’t open new accounts or use your bank. They
will find you.”
will find you.”
“Okay. I understand.”
“Good. Now let’s go, I take you to my place.”
He took me to his house and let me stay in the sauna while he made
some phone calls in the house. The room was cold and damp, one lamp
with 40W bulb dimly lit it and dark lacquered wood walls made it
look even dimmer. He rejoined to talk later.
some phone calls in the house. The room was cold and damp, one lamp
with 40W bulb dimly lit it and dark lacquered wood walls made it
look even dimmer. He rejoined to talk later.
“I talked to my contact, they are sending someone after you. He
takes you to safe location, where you are picked up at morning and
taken out of the country.”
takes you to safe location, where you are picked up at morning and
taken out of the country.”
“Okay, thanks, friend.”
“Your sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah. I can handle.”
“Want a shot of vodka before rest? It’s on me.”
“Okay, if you don’t mind.”
“I be back in a second.”
He comes back with two brown shot glasses and a large bottle of
Ukrainian vodka, pours glasses full and we drink to the bottom.
Ukrainian vodka, pours glasses full and we drink to the bottom.
“Okay, rest a bit, he’s here after two hours, then you’re going to
have a long ride.”
have a long ride.”
“Okay.”
“I call you when to get ready.”
I laid down on the couch in the waiting room of the sauna, he
turned the lights off and closed the door. After a short nap I was
waken again by the knock on the door.
turned the lights off and closed the door. After a short nap I was
waken again by the knock on the door.
“You’re awake, Oliver?”
“Yeah, I’m awake.”
“He’s here, get ready.”
“Okay, just a second.”
I stretched, stand up from the bed and walked towards the door. I
was greeted on the door by a older man with two days unshaven
beard and dark hair. He gave me a firm handshake.
was greeted on the door by a older man with two days unshaven
beard and dark hair. He gave me a firm handshake.
“I am Michal.”
“Oliver.”
“Nice to meet you Oliver. You’re ready?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay, let’s go then, Aleksei already paid all the needed.”
We walked out from the front yard and Aleksei followed us.
“I contact you if anything happens. Don’t contact me or anyone
unless it’s emergency. Okay. Be safe, Oliver.”
unless it’s emergency. Okay. Be safe, Oliver.”
“You too, Aleksei.”
I sit on the passenger side of an red Audi 80 and Michal starts
the engine, backs out of the alley and drives off into the city
night. Orange street lights flash by as he drives calmly out of
the city and speeds up on the highway. I took a nap and waked up
when we made it to Pärnu and he had to stop at the traffic light.
I watched the empty streets pass by as we went through it and
continued in between the dark pine forest. Villages pass by and I
fall asleep again. When I wake up we are at the Lithuanian/Polish
border.
the engine, backs out of the alley and drives off into the city
night. Orange street lights flash by as he drives calmly out of
the city and speeds up on the highway. I took a nap and waked up
when we made it to Pärnu and he had to stop at the traffic light.
I watched the empty streets pass by as we went through it and
continued in between the dark pine forest. Villages pass by and I
fall asleep again. When I wake up we are at the Lithuanian/Polish
border.
“We are getting close now. Only few hours to go now. Want to eat
something?”
something?”
“Yeah, sure.”
Sunrise paints the skyline red, cars cross the border slowly but
finally we also made it across. He takes us to the small diner in
a small town near the highway, after eating a sloppy hamburger in
a diner lit by fluorescent lights with some bulbs dead we continued
our journey on the highway, then turned left just before Bielsk
Podlaski and stopped in front of a small grey house. He opens the
rusty gate, drives the car into the yard and closes the gate after
him.
finally we also made it across. He takes us to the small diner in
a small town near the highway, after eating a sloppy hamburger in
a diner lit by fluorescent lights with some bulbs dead we continued
our journey on the highway, then turned left just before Bielsk
Podlaski and stopped in front of a small grey house. He opens the
rusty gate, drives the car into the yard and closes the gate after
him.
“You can come out now. Nobody was following us, I checked.”
I walked out into the cold moist air, sniffed in a good breath,
stretched and walked after Mikal to the house. We took our shoes
off and he took me to my bedroom.
stretched and walked after Mikal to the house. We took our shoes
off and he took me to my bedroom.
“Clothes are in the closet, take whatever you like. Rest for now,
lunch is at 13:00. I show you your work after lunch.”
lunch is at 13:00. I show you your work after lunch.”
“Okay.”
I laid down on the old green bed with a brown pillow and slept
like a child. Thick dark red curtains made the room dark so the
sunlight also didn’t bother. Mikal waked me up by shaking my
shoulder.
like a child. Thick dark red curtains made the room dark so the
sunlight also didn’t bother. Mikal waked me up by shaking my
shoulder.
“Lunch is ready. My friends came also for work.”
“Okay. I’m coming.”
Mikal’s friend sits behind the table and eats porridge, his long
blond hair gets on his face but he ignores it.
blond hair gets on his face but he ignores it.
“Oliver, meet Aleksy. Aleksy this is Oliver.”
“Welcome to Poland, Oliver.” Aleksy gives a strong handshake to me
and waits for us to start eating.
and waits for us to start eating.
“Aleksy is our weapons specialist. He shows you some tricks he
knows about gun assembly. Have you assembled guns before?”
knows about gun assembly. Have you assembled guns before?”
“In digital form. I had quite a few in my library.”
“Excellent. So you know the basics.” Said Aleksy.
After dinner we went to the basement and in from a secret door.
There’s a large table with a fluorescent light above it, a rack
for guns and boxes of parts smuggled in from Russia. We completed
a gun in an hour.
There’s a large table with a fluorescent light above it, a rack
for guns and boxes of parts smuggled in from Russia. We completed
a gun in an hour.
“So where are these used anyway?”
“We don’t know. It’s not islamic terrorists that’s for sure. We
only have a contact, nothing more.”
only have a contact, nothing more.”
I finish another AK-74 and check it by shooting into the bucket of water.
“This one is yours. Take it with you to your room, we have
finished today’s portion.”
finished today’s portion.”
The rack has become full and I didn’t notice it. We said Aleksy
goodbye and went to the living room to watch TV and play cards.
goodbye and went to the living room to watch TV and play cards.
Month later at night when I was going to sleep, a black van drove through the gate, 5 men jump out of the van and one of them shot through the tires of a Mikal's car with his AK-47.
Mikal ran upstairs and opened fire against them, I took my
rifle out from under the bed and also aided him, until a grenade
was thrown into my room. I barely made it out of the room, but a
shrapnel hit me into my right leg. Pain caused me to go blind for
a moment, then I heard Mikal scream upstairs. They smash the
windows with the back of their rifles, one guy jumps into the room
and as I was about to shoot into the room, I was hit in the back
of the head from behind. I waked up been gagged, hands and legs
tied together with a cable ties and a black bag pulled over my
face. Pain lingeredand grew stronger every time the van shook.
It was going fast. One of them pulled the bag off me, other one
kicked me in the stomach so hard that I dropped on the floor of
the van and started coughing from the air loss.
Mikal ran upstairs and opened fire against them, I took my
rifle out from under the bed and also aided him, until a grenade
was thrown into my room. I barely made it out of the room, but a
shrapnel hit me into my right leg. Pain caused me to go blind for
a moment, then I heard Mikal scream upstairs. They smash the
windows with the back of their rifles, one guy jumps into the room
and as I was about to shoot into the room, I was hit in the back
of the head from behind. I waked up been gagged, hands and legs
tied together with a cable ties and a black bag pulled over my
face. Pain lingeredand grew stronger every time the van shook.
It was going fast. One of them pulled the bag off me, other one
kicked me in the stomach so hard that I dropped on the floor of
the van and started coughing from the air loss.
“Don’t kill him yet, the boss wants to finish him off himself.”
“I just roughened him up a bit, Dmitri.”
Dmitri hits me in the back of the head with his rifle stock and I
pass out again.
pass out again.
When I finally waked up I was in the basement of an old house. Large
light bulb hangs from the bare black socket on the wire and lights
up the room bright. Two men are playing cards on the rusty work
bench by the opposite wall, sitting on old dirty chairs. One laughs
when other loses the game, he then looks at me.
light bulb hangs from the bare black socket on the wire and lights
up the room bright. Two men are playing cards on the rusty work
bench by the opposite wall, sitting on old dirty chairs. One laughs
when other loses the game, he then looks at me.
“Look, that bitch waked up.”
“I call the boss.”
One of them went out of the room, while the other one lit up a
cigarette, walked towards me, then blew the puff of smoke into my
face and hit me into the stomach. The wound in my leg is hurting
like hell, blood has seeped into my jeans, turning the fabric around
the wound into dark black spot. One who went out came back, he
whispers to other.
cigarette, walked towards me, then blew the puff of smoke into my
face and hit me into the stomach. The wound in my leg is hurting
like hell, blood has seeped into my jeans, turning the fabric around
the wound into dark black spot. One who went out came back, he
whispers to other.
“Boss has been killed. Put him out, we need to go.”
“Okay.”
He takes a baseball bat and hits me in the back of the head. When I
waked up again laying on the floor with dirt in my mouth, the room
was dark, light was turned off and dim sunset shines through the
dusty window. I try to cut the ropes against a nail sticking out
of the back of the seat. After a while the old rope brakes,
I look for a sharp object to cut the cable tie off my legs. Then I
walked to the door. Locked. Damn it. Pain slows me down. I walked
to the window and try to pull the bars off, it moves but doesn’t
come off. I look for anything to pry it open, find a rusty pipe and
bend the bars off with that. I push the rotten window frame out of
the hole, despite the pain I climb out of the window, sneak low to
the dark corner of the fence and climb through the edge of badly
attached chain-link fence. Street lights are already lit by the
street lights, cars drive on the larger road. I walk towards the
road and start hitch a car. Older man in the white Lada 2103 stops,
after seeing my blood stained jeans, remains of the rope on my
hands and bruises all over my face he opens the passenger side
door and calls me in.
waked up again laying on the floor with dirt in my mouth, the room
was dark, light was turned off and dim sunset shines through the
dusty window. I try to cut the ropes against a nail sticking out
of the back of the seat. After a while the old rope brakes,
I look for a sharp object to cut the cable tie off my legs. Then I
walked to the door. Locked. Damn it. Pain slows me down. I walked
to the window and try to pull the bars off, it moves but doesn’t
come off. I look for anything to pry it open, find a rusty pipe and
bend the bars off with that. I push the rotten window frame out of
the hole, despite the pain I climb out of the window, sneak low to
the dark corner of the fence and climb through the edge of badly
attached chain-link fence. Street lights are already lit by the
street lights, cars drive on the larger road. I walk towards the
road and start hitch a car. Older man in the white Lada 2103 stops,
after seeing my blood stained jeans, remains of the rope on my
hands and bruises all over my face he opens the passenger side
door and calls me in.
“Get on, I take you away. Hurry.”
I jump in and pull the door shut, he slams on the gas and drives
off.
off.
“You’re been kidnapped, right?”
“Yes.”
“Damn. It happens too many times in Russia. You know you’re lucky
to get out. So did they let you go?”
to get out. So did they let you go?”
“I escaped while they were dealing with the death of their boss.”
“God bless you. I take you to Pyatigorsk police station. You have
no passport with you too?”
no passport with you too?”
“I don’t. I was in Poland when they kidnapped me. They killed my
friend.”
friend.”
“I’m polkovnik Sergei Udrovoi. We need to start a protocol about
it. You also need an ambulance. We call it to the station, don’t
worry about it. What’s your name?”
it. You also need an ambulance. We call it to the station, don’t
worry about it. What’s your name?”
“Oliver Rõuge.”
“Don’t worry, comrade Rõuge. We will help you. It’s not very
common for someone to survive one of the Chechnyan Bratva’s
death basements. Do you remember what the building looked like?”
common for someone to survive one of the Chechnyan Bratva’s
death basements. Do you remember what the building looked like?”
“Dark brown one story building, a rusty chainlink fence with wire
on insulators on top of it and a yellow gas pipe running next to
it.”
on insulators on top of it and a yellow gas pipe running next to
it.”
Bright street lights started to appear on the side of the street
as he entered the city, we passed from the market that was still
active. People walk around, there’s few drunk people hanging around
the side of the street.
as he entered the city, we passed from the market that was still
active. People walk around, there’s few drunk people hanging around
the side of the street.
He took me to what at first glance looked like an old apartment
building. Only the dark blue sign “District Police Station” made
it different. Old greenish street light barely lit the front of
the building with two lights on the pillars turned off. I follow
the polkovnik in and he turns on the lights outside the doorway.
building. Only the dark blue sign “District Police Station” made
it different. Old greenish street light barely lit the front of
the building with two lights on the pillars turned off. I follow
the polkovnik in and he turns on the lights outside the doorway.
Hallway is lit by cold bluish light from old fluorescent lights
hanging on the ceiling, paint on the walls is cracked and chipped,
old message board still has the soviet union sign on it. The room
smelled dusty and thick like old soviet building usually do. He
takes me to behind the locked door with a keypad lock and says me
to sit down and wait. I look at the wound in my leg, it has gone
bad and rot drips out of it. The skin is gone red around it and
something metal shines inside the hole. One of the officers comes
in from the door polkovnik went in and shines the flashlight into
the wound to look at it.
hanging on the ceiling, paint on the walls is cracked and chipped,
old message board still has the soviet union sign on it. The room
smelled dusty and thick like old soviet building usually do. He
takes me to behind the locked door with a keypad lock and says me
to sit down and wait. I look at the wound in my leg, it has gone
bad and rot drips out of it. The skin is gone red around it and
something metal shines inside the hole. One of the officers comes
in from the door polkovnik went in and shines the flashlight into
the wound to look at it.
“Your wound has gone septic. I be back in a moment.”
He runs back into the office, grabs a first aid kit and walks back
fast, polkovnik with concerned look behind him.
fast, polkovnik with concerned look behind him.
“It’s going to hurt so bite this.”
He gives me a sock filled with semi-soft stuff. I bit it, it tastes a bit moldy. He immediately grabs
large tweezers and pulls out the piece of metal. Sharp pain hits
my leg and I pit the sock hard. He pulls out a bottle of
disinfectant and pours a handy splash into the wound. The pain
goes even sharper. Then he pulls out the gauze and a cotton pad
and ties the wound together tight enough, then secures it with a
bandage against my leg. Pain starts to give way to coolness of the
vaporising disinfectant. One of the special forces officer, a large
man with bold head and muscular body, steps in from the office and
takes a look at the fragment.
large tweezers and pulls out the piece of metal. Sharp pain hits
my leg and I pit the sock hard. He pulls out a bottle of
disinfectant and pours a handy splash into the wound. The pain
goes even sharper. Then he pulls out the gauze and a cotton pad
and ties the wound together tight enough, then secures it with a
bandage against my leg. Pain starts to give way to coolness of the
vaporising disinfectant. One of the special forces officer, a large
man with bold head and muscular body, steps in from the office and
takes a look at the fragment.
“F1 grenade. You were lucky.” He said in a deep voice.
Polkovnik, who left for a moment, came back and said:
“The medics are here soon, they will take care of you from now on,
I post a police to guard you. Also sign this.”
I post a police to guard you. Also sign this.”
The paper is printed with a typewriter:
Protocol No 74931772
Case No 9214327-2016
31.08.1996
Subject: Oliver Rõuge
Citizenship: Estonian
Subject (Oliver Rõuge) was picked up by Polkovnik Sergei Udrovoi
on a crossing of Ukalova street and Kirova street in city of
Krasnokumskoye at 19:35 30.08.1996. The subject has multiple
wounds and obvious signs of kidnapping. The subject had no
passport and was taken illegally into the Russian Federation
territory by five unknown armed individuals with a black van.
Subject was administrated emergency aid. Witness protection
program may be necessary.
on a crossing of Ukalova street and Kirova street in city of
Krasnokumskoye at 19:35 30.08.1996. The subject has multiple
wounds and obvious signs of kidnapping. The subject had no
passport and was taken illegally into the Russian Federation
territory by five unknown armed individuals with a black van.
Subject was administrated emergency aid. Witness protection
program may be necessary.
Chief in Command: Polkovnik Sergei I. Udrovoi
Decision: Start a criminal investigation according to paragraph
A R Ž part 2 Article 126 (kidnapping of a person by a group of
persons by previous concert, with employment of weapons or objects
used as a weapons, in respect of two or more people).
A R Ž part 2 Article 126 (kidnapping of a person by a group of
persons by previous concert, with employment of weapons or objects
used as a weapons, in respect of two or more people).
Signature : signature of the polkovnik looks very messy.
By signing the letter you confirm that you have been informed of
the protocol and fully understand it.
the protocol and fully understand it.
Signature of receiver:
I sign the paper and he files it into the folder with my name and
case number as a header. The fragment is also bagged and tagged as
evidence.
case number as a header. The fragment is also bagged and tagged as
evidence.
“That is all for now.” He opens the locked door and medics walk in.
They look at the wound, reattach the bandages and take me with them.
They look at the wound, reattach the bandages and take me with them.
I was rushed to the hospital, where they took me to the operation
room and put me to sleep. When I waked up, I was in a room dimly
lit by the light coming from the open door to the hallway. I looked at
the wound on my leg behind the hospital gown. It was stitched
together well, the redness of the skin is starting to go out and
the pain is not that strong any longer. Suddenly I hear a gun shot,
people yelling and screaming, a police officer springs up from the
chair behind the corner of the doorway and takes out his gun. Next
moment he was down with a bullet hole in his head, two men walk
into the room and grab me, third follows them and hits me with the
back of the rifle. For the second time I was gagged, my hands and
feet tied together and now I was thrown into the boot of the car.
They are speeding fast, chased by several police vehicles who tried to
stop them, suddenly the car jerks to the side, flips and rolls
over the roof multiple times. I lost concious after second roll-over. I waked up been dragged out of the burning wreckage by a
large police officer, while others with OMOH on their back went to
chase down one of the surviving kidnappers. Shooting echoes in the
forest, he drops me near the police van and runs after others, more
shots is heard, then silence falls. Crows start to scream and fly
around with the noise of several wings flapping. The wound on my
leg has started to bleed again and one of the coal mine worker
runs out of the car and holds pressure on the wound, while shouting
others for help. Police officers return, two of them carry captured
criminal to the back of the van, one officer who previously dragged me
out of the burning vehicle, rushes back to me and the miner and
calls ambulance with his radio, he then takes over from the miner,
who then returns to his car. Fire fighters came and put out the
remains of the car that started a small forest fire. Then came the
ambulance and once again I was rushed to the hospital. It was the
same building, but now it well secured by the police, even army was
involved. Reception desks were littered with bullet holes, someone
tries to restore the computers behind the desks, cursing while at
it. Two days later I was released from the hospital, polkovnik took me
to the airport himself and one of his most loyal officers took
the task to escort me to Japan and hand me over to the safe house.
I had to sign a contract for witness protection program before I
was sent out, we flied from Mineralnye Vodyj airport to Nagoya in
Japan, where two men in civilian clothes signed the paperwork and
directed me through the customs.
room and put me to sleep. When I waked up, I was in a room dimly
lit by the light coming from the open door to the hallway. I looked at
the wound on my leg behind the hospital gown. It was stitched
together well, the redness of the skin is starting to go out and
the pain is not that strong any longer. Suddenly I hear a gun shot,
people yelling and screaming, a police officer springs up from the
chair behind the corner of the doorway and takes out his gun. Next
moment he was down with a bullet hole in his head, two men walk
into the room and grab me, third follows them and hits me with the
back of the rifle. For the second time I was gagged, my hands and
feet tied together and now I was thrown into the boot of the car.
They are speeding fast, chased by several police vehicles who tried to
stop them, suddenly the car jerks to the side, flips and rolls
over the roof multiple times. I lost concious after second roll-over. I waked up been dragged out of the burning wreckage by a
large police officer, while others with OMOH on their back went to
chase down one of the surviving kidnappers. Shooting echoes in the
forest, he drops me near the police van and runs after others, more
shots is heard, then silence falls. Crows start to scream and fly
around with the noise of several wings flapping. The wound on my
leg has started to bleed again and one of the coal mine worker
runs out of the car and holds pressure on the wound, while shouting
others for help. Police officers return, two of them carry captured
criminal to the back of the van, one officer who previously dragged me
out of the burning vehicle, rushes back to me and the miner and
calls ambulance with his radio, he then takes over from the miner,
who then returns to his car. Fire fighters came and put out the
remains of the car that started a small forest fire. Then came the
ambulance and once again I was rushed to the hospital. It was the
same building, but now it well secured by the police, even army was
involved. Reception desks were littered with bullet holes, someone
tries to restore the computers behind the desks, cursing while at
it. Two days later I was released from the hospital, polkovnik took me
to the airport himself and one of his most loyal officers took
the task to escort me to Japan and hand me over to the safe house.
I had to sign a contract for witness protection program before I
was sent out, we flied from Mineralnye Vodyj airport to Nagoya in
Japan, where two men in civilian clothes signed the paperwork and
directed me through the customs.
“Hello, mister Rouge. I’m Yashimoto Takashi, this is my partner
Takana Han from special task force of Nagoya. You are given a new
identity, we will fabricate you a new past. Like I understand you
have no family, yes?”
Takana Han from special task force of Nagoya. You are given a new
identity, we will fabricate you a new past. Like I understand you
have no family, yes?”
“I was an orphan, that is correct.”
“Unfortunately it is incorrect, well see, your father was very
alive and he owned a lot of money to Russian Mafia called Bratva.
Unfortunately we have to separate the tie between you and him, you
cannot contact him ever or otherwise your new identity is
compromised. Do you have any skills outside your previous work
occupation of electrician?”
alive and he owned a lot of money to Russian Mafia called Bratva.
Unfortunately we have to separate the tie between you and him, you
cannot contact him ever or otherwise your new identity is
compromised. Do you have any skills outside your previous work
occupation of electrician?”
“I made music as a hobby.”
“So the musician you will be. We arrange you a classes in nearest
school if you need. Your new name will be Kevin Adamson and you
are born in London, United Kingdom.”
school if you need. Your new name will be Kevin Adamson and you
are born in London, United Kingdom.”
“Okay. I’m cool with that.”
They took me through narrow streets, occasionally stopping in small pockets like in front of other people's parking lot in front of the house once even under the car shade to let on coming traffic through, even other people did the same to them when they had no place to go. It went on in a snail pace. When we made it to the front of the small yellow house, I didn't notice that we stopped. The passenger knocked on the window to wake me up and I stepped out of the car.
"Please follow us, we need to fill some papers, then this house is yours to use."
I stepped in from the sliding door, we took our shoes off (just like I did in Estonia), I stepped into dark living room and sit on the couch near the back window. Dilapidated shed was at behind the fence of the tiny back yard with rusty corrugated steel sheets loose and dented, weeds have overgrown and covers the chain-link fence separating this property from the on next doors. One of them turns on the power and other prepares the paperwork from the neatly organised suitcase. Two circular fluorescent bulbs turn on at the ceiling light and light up the room with cold white light. They gave me papers to read and sign, then I got a copy of the papers and a plan that I needed to follow, interestingly it consisted also of walking around in the city at least once a day. I didn't mind as I was eager to go for a walk in a new place to look as much as possible while I was here.
"Here, this is your new gun and a prescribed gun licence. Keep it well hidden and use it only when your life is in imminent danger."
"When you come across the chechens that kidnapped you in a first place."
"Okay, I understand."
"We will contact you on further processes, from now we take over the paperwork. Have a nice day."
"You too."
They bow and leave, taking the suitcase with them and closing the door politely. I first took a look around the house, it wasn't the worse I have seen, but it was in need of repairs. Old couple, who probably lived here before, hasn't done much of a repairs as far as i have seen. Still some elegance has preserved. I went to the kitchen and I turned on the bare tube fluorescent light on the ceiling. There was nice pots and pans in the kitchen with nicely ornamented with roses. The stove was clean as a whistle, sink was empty and dinner plates neatly stashed in a holder. Bathroom was also lit by daylight fluorescent, there's small shower corner and a sink, door next to the bathroom took to the toilet with impressive stock of toilet paper. The bedroom was larger than I expected, with large bed and a closet full of old people's clothes, I chose some better looking ones to replace mine. I decided to leave the bedroom window open to went out some dust and decided to take a walk around he city. I grabbed my keys that were left on the table, hook it up with my key chain carabiner, locked the door and stepped out onto the street. I was wearing a white t-shirt without any picture so I din't looked much out of place. I walked over an hour on the narrow streets until making it to the downtown area, I explored around the malls until deciding to sit on a bench to rest. The air inside was refreshingly cool compared to outside and I wanted to enjoy it for a moment before continuing my way back to home. As I sit I spotted three young japanese guys who looked very much like members of Yakuza. Arrogant, confident and tattooed arms, they walk pass other people, forcing them to change their path. For my surprise they sit onto the bench and one of them was about to slap me for not standing up until they saw a skull and knives tattoo on my arm with ornamental number 2 under it I got on the second day of working with Mikal. One of them said to other in japanese:
"Self-defense kill, knife. Don't do it."
"You're sure?"
"Hey, gaijin. What's up with a prison tattoo?"
"One of the lessons of life."
"You're sure? We like you to join us and tell us what happened."
"Yeah. Come with us, we have this awesome place you need to see."
"Okay, cool."
I followed them to the back streets and alleys, the place was quite secluded I wasn't able to find it on my own. There was guards at the front door, both Yakuza also according to the tattoos visible behind the shirt edge. The room was dimly lit with cosy warm light. The walls were decorated with ancient japanese weaponry and armory, some looked original, but others were obviously remakes. There was a bar with people sitting behind it and talking quietly. We walked to one of the rooms separated by the wood framed paper sliding doors. One of them ordered sake and others waited for him to come back. I told them what happened to me with all the gory details, one of them almost vomited when he heard about the wound going septic and what happened next in police station.
"Damn, dude. Talk about rough life."
"That was quite a lesson of life. Let's drink some sake for that, shall we?"
We drunk the small cup of sake, the smooth taste of it was surprisingly good. Suddenly the door was bashed through with a sword and an old man with multiple scars on his chest pointed a sword at me.
"Who allowed you to bring a gaijin into my place of business?"
He then looked at the barrel of a Glock 19 pointing at his face.
"Put that sword down or it will be your last move." I said.
"Hey-hey. Put that gun down, that's our oyabun." One of the young guys told me quietly.
"Whoa, slow down now. I was joking, it's not sharp you see. Why are you on edge that much?"
"We are very sorry about it, he's new in Japan. Remember that incident with Kanoma Hitoshi. He had as worse fate."
The impression of the old man went from confusion to surprise in a second. Images of one of his closest friend without the hand in the hospital brought back memories he tried to bury forever. Memories of his friend been kidnapped in Russia and tortured, and how he went to Russia to personally rescue him and kill all the kidnappers. He sheathed the sword and I put the safety back on the gun and replaced it back behind under the belt. He took a seat in front of the small table and ordered a servant to bring another sake cup.
"Now tell me everything. From the very beginning."
He was impressed of the story he heard. After thinking for a while he concluded with a obvious gesture.
"Well then, I forgive you for pointing gun at me. But next time don't do it. We are in Japan, not in alleys of hell. You're welcome to stay as long as you like, I consider you as a guest for the courage you showed. That is all."
He stood up and walked back to his meeting, leaving the sword and empty cup behind. The servants cleaned it up, relocated the sword on the wall stand, removed the remains of the broken door, one of them brought a new door and relocated it with quick move.
"Okay, so you have a gun. That is interesting."
"I never seen our oyabun that welcoming, he must have a good mood today."
"By the way try not to get caught with that gun, you may get a jail time if you have no licence for it."
"I got all covered."
I pull out the gun licence.
"Okay. Now I'm starting to get confused. Are you here with witness protection program?"
I sighed.
"Yes. I'm still at danger."
"I should have known that. Chechens are not the people you want to mess with, that's for sure. We can give you a protection far more effective than governmental, but you have to work for us in return."
"Okay. What I have to do?"
"Easy stuff. Collect taxes and that sort of stuff, it's not hard. You wont be alone, we will be with you at work time."
"Okay, I can handle that."
"Then it is a deal."
We shaked hands, then drinked sake to complete the deal.
My first day of work started next evening, they were polite enough to let me finish my meal. First few shop owners didn't resist and the moment I showed them their bill paper, they brought up the cash from the register. However this didn't go the same for long, unknown to me they decided to test me and we stopped in front of the bath house. I was given a picture of our next target and I went and walked straight in to collect it.
I was thrown out by the two of his guards just after I showed him the bill. I ain't havin' it. I walked back after them, brought out the gun and pointed the gun at the target.
"Your owning 6 months of taxes. Pay it or else."
"Who the hell are you?! Guard, escort him out!"
I shoot the guard into his leg.
"Do I look like a fucking joke to you?!"
"Easy now, gaijin. Take this, it should cover it."
He took the bag out of the backpack he had with him by the bath and threw it at my feet.
"Next time you're dead if you fuck with me again, old man."
I picked up the bag and walked out fast, jumped into the car and they drove away fast.
"Nice job scaring him. I thought you are thrown out again."
"Damn. The boss wants to see us. He told to hurry."
"Okay."
Unfortunately we got stuck in a traffic jam and were late about an hour. As we walked towards the night club their boss told them to come we were knocked off our feet by a powerful explosion, as we dropped onto the asphalt, we were showered with broken glass, wood splinters and rocks. The whole front of the first and second floor was gone, all the lights were out and people screaming from inside.
"We got to get them out of there!"
"Let's go!"
I ran after them, more people started to flooded to out of the neighboring buildings, most of Yakuza followed us inside. I grabbed a large guy in a dark who started to stand up again and helped him out. As I leaded him out, some part of the ceiling crumbled. People started to get out as fast as they can, yelling others to cancel the search and save themselves. Some got out, but when suddenly the whole building collapsed, some people got trapped. One was just few step away of getting out. Unknown to me I was helping their boss, the oyabun himself, but when he suddenly let go of me, I realized it. He was pissed beyond control and started barking out orders.
"You three are coordinating the rescue efforts, rest of you with me. I want to know who that son of a bitch dared to disrespect me and I'm the one who's going to kill him! Do I make myself clear?! Then move out, bring everyone to the harbor!"
He stepped into one of the cars waiting outside on the street as the dust started to spread, others sheltered in stores and hallways. There was brave few who went into the car and drove away. My friends are nowhere to see.
"They are in hardware store, if you look for your friends. Any guesses who would be behind this?" One of the older guy asked me.
"Could be chechens. It's the Russian mafia method of assassinating or intimidating someone."
"You think they followed you here?"
"Could be. I don't know anyone else do this unless your boss had beef with someone."
"Unlikely. He has several business ties with a lot of people. May I suggest something?"
"Yeah, sure."
"Disappear for few days. Take this and go for a hike in southern states of Japan. It's a gift, don't worry about paying it back. Take train Nozomi 176 to Tokyo, then a Hayabusa 33 to Sendai."
He gave me 50 000 yen.
"Thank you. I'm appreciated."
"No problem, I tell your friends you're all right. You remember what train to take?"
"Nozomi 176 to Tokyo and Hayabusa 33 to Sendai. I know."
"Good. Now go and hurry."
I left the store and walked towards the train station, they got me on the way there.
"We know what he told you, he called us."
"We are coming too, we got involved with you so this is our responsibility also."
The train ride was boring, only the views of the mountains saved me from sleeping the whole trip. Sometimes during the trip one of them went to bathroom and came back hiding his cell phone back into the pocket. As we made it to the Tokyo, I was sure we got away, when suddenly there was a group of people in front of us, they leaded us out of the station and into the car.
"Situation has changed. He will talk to you, don't worry about it."
We were taken to the harbor and in from one of the warehouses. I looked at the large crates stacked in rows, lit by skylights and few fluorescent lights. Their leader stood up and we greeted carefully.
"You're not going to die today. That is a promise. I do need you to guide my men back to the place you was held in hostage. We are going to root them up. After me, the ship is ready."
Scare and concern for my life made me feel numb. They paid the Vladivostok harbor owner to fabricate the Visas and they turned back, leaving 8 men with us. Oldest of them acquired a minivan from local contact and we went to small Primorsky village, where we were housed in a small apartment on the second floor of one of the old brown houses for the night. Next morning he went out and got us two cars. One was old beat up red Lada, other was very dusty black Škoda. We were separated into two groups, one group went to drive around the area with the Lada and carefully probe for any information, I was tasked to take the other group to the house in Krasnokumskoye I was kept in. First night we spent in a cheap hotel in Khabarovsk, second night we slept in a car near Khalan. Third night we made it to the Chita city and after exploring a bit we stopped by in one of the houses belonging to one of the local Yakuza. He was interested in the mission and was willing to help, after spending the night at his place we went with him in two cars. He took us to his friend's place, where we got fairly modern Russian assault rifles AK-107. Ready for anything we carefully exit the city, avoiding any suspicion as possible. Fourth day we stopped by at the small factory in Kemorovo belonging to the friend of one of the guys, although he was interested of our goal, he didn't had time to come along. By the end of the fifth day we were in Omsk at the run-down region of the city, we spent a night in small wooden house next to half-burnt ruins. We spent 6th day resting in Omsk, exploring the city with another friend of our travel mates. Next day we continued our long journey and before the sunset made it to the Chelyabinsk. After visiting the mall we went to spend the night sleeping in our cars at the parking lot next to the towering apartment blocks. We were waken by police sirens as two cars chased a BMW down the narrow alleyways. In Ufa we had another friend who provided us a place to stay at 9th night. He also gave us some info regarding the Chechens. Turns out that after the failed kidnapping, they abandoned the place and now operate actively in Astrakhan. Next 22 hours we drove straight to there as to not waste time, one of friend's friend is in trouble and needs help. He also has close ties to the gang behind my kidnapping. By the time we made it to the meeting place we were greeted with gunfire. Glass shattered as we jumped out of our cars to hide behind it and others immediately returned fire. During the firefight someone ran into one of the abandoned buildings, followed by two of them.
"Shit, they are going to get him. Hiroshi, go after him!"
Hiroshi jumped into the car after us and we drove off, as the others opened cover fire for us. Police sirens started to get close from the distance as we stopped to let the guy with a pistol to get in and we drove off, leaving two masked men behind. They tried to shoot us, but most of the bullets fly pass, making whistling sounds. We abandoned the car in the maze of apartment buildings and hide in an abandoned house.
"You're all right, Dmitri?"
"Yeah, that was a close call. Sergey fucked up the deal, two of the guys got killed and the shipment was stolen. I'm dead for them, but I can help you."
"Good. Give us what we need to know and I'll give you the address to one of our safe houses in Ufa."
As we left the building we got caught by the group of the gang. Hiroshi was first to die, we scattered as we returned fire, I ran out of bullets and escaped the scene as other continued to shoot at them. Adrenaline and fear drove me on, as I ran into the darkness of the woods and out onto the highway. I walked until the sun came up, then sat down in front of the small store and collapsed from blood loss. When I waked up I was in a small dark bedroom with soviet symbolic posters on the walls. It smelled like old people, the air was thick and warm. I had the wound roughly stitched together and it hurt a bit as I tried to stood up.
"You're sound sleeper, comrade."
"Where am I?"
"Narimanov village. So are running from police or mafia?"
"Mafia. It's a long story."
"That's bad. I have all the time I need so start talking."
"It all started when three people tried to intrude my apartment and kill me, then I went to Poland where I was captured and taken to here in Russia and locked up in a basement in one of the houses in Krasnokumskoye."
"Chechens. Go on."
"I got out of there and left to Japan, they followed me there and blew up one of the bars belonging to Yakuza. I was tasked to guide them back in Russia, but we got ambushed by the same people. I got away, but I took bullet into stomach before making out."
"Yesterday?"
"Yes."
"They are going to be dealt with. Now rest, let us take care of the rest."
When I was waked up again, three people was in the room. Next to the home owner was older man with hat and expensive looking suite, one who waked up me was younger strong man, who probably was a body guard.
"You can return to your home, they wont bother you any longer." He said gruffly.
"Thank you." I answered after a moment, he nodded, stood up, lifted his hat for goodbye and left, his bodyguard following him.
"My name is Grigori. As I understand your from quite far, not local?"
"Yes."
"I have an offer for you."
"Okay, I'm listening."
(Inspiration music: Bi-2 - Polkovnik)
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They took me through narrow streets, occasionally stopping in small pockets like in front of other people's parking lot in front of the house once even under the car shade to let on coming traffic through, even other people did the same to them when they had no place to go. It went on in a snail pace. When we made it to the front of the small yellow house, I didn't notice that we stopped. The passenger knocked on the window to wake me up and I stepped out of the car.
"Please follow us, we need to fill some papers, then this house is yours to use."
I stepped in from the sliding door, we took our shoes off (just like I did in Estonia), I stepped into dark living room and sit on the couch near the back window. Dilapidated shed was at behind the fence of the tiny back yard with rusty corrugated steel sheets loose and dented, weeds have overgrown and covers the chain-link fence separating this property from the on next doors. One of them turns on the power and other prepares the paperwork from the neatly organised suitcase. Two circular fluorescent bulbs turn on at the ceiling light and light up the room with cold white light. They gave me papers to read and sign, then I got a copy of the papers and a plan that I needed to follow, interestingly it consisted also of walking around in the city at least once a day. I didn't mind as I was eager to go for a walk in a new place to look as much as possible while I was here.
"Here, this is your new gun and a prescribed gun licence. Keep it well hidden and use it only when your life is in imminent danger."
"When you come across the chechens that kidnapped you in a first place."
"Okay, I understand."
"We will contact you on further processes, from now we take over the paperwork. Have a nice day."
"You too."
They bow and leave, taking the suitcase with them and closing the door politely. I first took a look around the house, it wasn't the worse I have seen, but it was in need of repairs. Old couple, who probably lived here before, hasn't done much of a repairs as far as i have seen. Still some elegance has preserved. I went to the kitchen and I turned on the bare tube fluorescent light on the ceiling. There was nice pots and pans in the kitchen with nicely ornamented with roses. The stove was clean as a whistle, sink was empty and dinner plates neatly stashed in a holder. Bathroom was also lit by daylight fluorescent, there's small shower corner and a sink, door next to the bathroom took to the toilet with impressive stock of toilet paper. The bedroom was larger than I expected, with large bed and a closet full of old people's clothes, I chose some better looking ones to replace mine. I decided to leave the bedroom window open to went out some dust and decided to take a walk around he city. I grabbed my keys that were left on the table, hook it up with my key chain carabiner, locked the door and stepped out onto the street. I was wearing a white t-shirt without any picture so I din't looked much out of place. I walked over an hour on the narrow streets until making it to the downtown area, I explored around the malls until deciding to sit on a bench to rest. The air inside was refreshingly cool compared to outside and I wanted to enjoy it for a moment before continuing my way back to home. As I sit I spotted three young japanese guys who looked very much like members of Yakuza. Arrogant, confident and tattooed arms, they walk pass other people, forcing them to change their path. For my surprise they sit onto the bench and one of them was about to slap me for not standing up until they saw a skull and knives tattoo on my arm with ornamental number 2 under it I got on the second day of working with Mikal. One of them said to other in japanese:
"Self-defense kill, knife. Don't do it."
"You're sure?"
"Hey, gaijin. What's up with a prison tattoo?"
"One of the lessons of life."
"You're sure? We like you to join us and tell us what happened."
"Yeah. Come with us, we have this awesome place you need to see."
"Okay, cool."
I followed them to the back streets and alleys, the place was quite secluded I wasn't able to find it on my own. There was guards at the front door, both Yakuza also according to the tattoos visible behind the shirt edge. The room was dimly lit with cosy warm light. The walls were decorated with ancient japanese weaponry and armory, some looked original, but others were obviously remakes. There was a bar with people sitting behind it and talking quietly. We walked to one of the rooms separated by the wood framed paper sliding doors. One of them ordered sake and others waited for him to come back. I told them what happened to me with all the gory details, one of them almost vomited when he heard about the wound going septic and what happened next in police station.
"Damn, dude. Talk about rough life."
"That was quite a lesson of life. Let's drink some sake for that, shall we?"
We drunk the small cup of sake, the smooth taste of it was surprisingly good. Suddenly the door was bashed through with a sword and an old man with multiple scars on his chest pointed a sword at me.
"Who allowed you to bring a gaijin into my place of business?"
He then looked at the barrel of a Glock 19 pointing at his face.
"Put that sword down or it will be your last move." I said.
"Hey-hey. Put that gun down, that's our oyabun." One of the young guys told me quietly.
"Whoa, slow down now. I was joking, it's not sharp you see. Why are you on edge that much?"
"We are very sorry about it, he's new in Japan. Remember that incident with Kanoma Hitoshi. He had as worse fate."
The impression of the old man went from confusion to surprise in a second. Images of one of his closest friend without the hand in the hospital brought back memories he tried to bury forever. Memories of his friend been kidnapped in Russia and tortured, and how he went to Russia to personally rescue him and kill all the kidnappers. He sheathed the sword and I put the safety back on the gun and replaced it back behind under the belt. He took a seat in front of the small table and ordered a servant to bring another sake cup.
"Now tell me everything. From the very beginning."
He was impressed of the story he heard. After thinking for a while he concluded with a obvious gesture.
"Well then, I forgive you for pointing gun at me. But next time don't do it. We are in Japan, not in alleys of hell. You're welcome to stay as long as you like, I consider you as a guest for the courage you showed. That is all."
He stood up and walked back to his meeting, leaving the sword and empty cup behind. The servants cleaned it up, relocated the sword on the wall stand, removed the remains of the broken door, one of them brought a new door and relocated it with quick move.
"Okay, so you have a gun. That is interesting."
"I never seen our oyabun that welcoming, he must have a good mood today."
"By the way try not to get caught with that gun, you may get a jail time if you have no licence for it."
"I got all covered."
I pull out the gun licence.
"Okay. Now I'm starting to get confused. Are you here with witness protection program?"
I sighed.
"Yes. I'm still at danger."
"I should have known that. Chechens are not the people you want to mess with, that's for sure. We can give you a protection far more effective than governmental, but you have to work for us in return."
"Okay. What I have to do?"
"Easy stuff. Collect taxes and that sort of stuff, it's not hard. You wont be alone, we will be with you at work time."
"Okay, I can handle that."
"Then it is a deal."
We shaked hands, then drinked sake to complete the deal.
My first day of work started next evening, they were polite enough to let me finish my meal. First few shop owners didn't resist and the moment I showed them their bill paper, they brought up the cash from the register. However this didn't go the same for long, unknown to me they decided to test me and we stopped in front of the bath house. I was given a picture of our next target and I went and walked straight in to collect it.
I was thrown out by the two of his guards just after I showed him the bill. I ain't havin' it. I walked back after them, brought out the gun and pointed the gun at the target.
"Your owning 6 months of taxes. Pay it or else."
"Who the hell are you?! Guard, escort him out!"
I shoot the guard into his leg.
"Do I look like a fucking joke to you?!"
"Easy now, gaijin. Take this, it should cover it."
He took the bag out of the backpack he had with him by the bath and threw it at my feet.
"Next time you're dead if you fuck with me again, old man."
I picked up the bag and walked out fast, jumped into the car and they drove away fast.
"Nice job scaring him. I thought you are thrown out again."
"Damn. The boss wants to see us. He told to hurry."
"Okay."
Unfortunately we got stuck in a traffic jam and were late about an hour. As we walked towards the night club their boss told them to come we were knocked off our feet by a powerful explosion, as we dropped onto the asphalt, we were showered with broken glass, wood splinters and rocks. The whole front of the first and second floor was gone, all the lights were out and people screaming from inside.
"We got to get them out of there!"
"Let's go!"
I ran after them, more people started to flooded to out of the neighboring buildings, most of Yakuza followed us inside. I grabbed a large guy in a dark who started to stand up again and helped him out. As I leaded him out, some part of the ceiling crumbled. People started to get out as fast as they can, yelling others to cancel the search and save themselves. Some got out, but when suddenly the whole building collapsed, some people got trapped. One was just few step away of getting out. Unknown to me I was helping their boss, the oyabun himself, but when he suddenly let go of me, I realized it. He was pissed beyond control and started barking out orders.
"You three are coordinating the rescue efforts, rest of you with me. I want to know who that son of a bitch dared to disrespect me and I'm the one who's going to kill him! Do I make myself clear?! Then move out, bring everyone to the harbor!"
He stepped into one of the cars waiting outside on the street as the dust started to spread, others sheltered in stores and hallways. There was brave few who went into the car and drove away. My friends are nowhere to see.
"They are in hardware store, if you look for your friends. Any guesses who would be behind this?" One of the older guy asked me.
"Could be chechens. It's the Russian mafia method of assassinating or intimidating someone."
"You think they followed you here?"
"Could be. I don't know anyone else do this unless your boss had beef with someone."
"Unlikely. He has several business ties with a lot of people. May I suggest something?"
"Yeah, sure."
"Disappear for few days. Take this and go for a hike in southern states of Japan. It's a gift, don't worry about paying it back. Take train Nozomi 176 to Tokyo, then a Hayabusa 33 to Sendai."
He gave me 50 000 yen.
"Thank you. I'm appreciated."
"No problem, I tell your friends you're all right. You remember what train to take?"
"Nozomi 176 to Tokyo and Hayabusa 33 to Sendai. I know."
"Good. Now go and hurry."
I left the store and walked towards the train station, they got me on the way there.
"We know what he told you, he called us."
"We are coming too, we got involved with you so this is our responsibility also."
The train ride was boring, only the views of the mountains saved me from sleeping the whole trip. Sometimes during the trip one of them went to bathroom and came back hiding his cell phone back into the pocket. As we made it to the Tokyo, I was sure we got away, when suddenly there was a group of people in front of us, they leaded us out of the station and into the car.
"Situation has changed. He will talk to you, don't worry about it."
We were taken to the harbor and in from one of the warehouses. I looked at the large crates stacked in rows, lit by skylights and few fluorescent lights. Their leader stood up and we greeted carefully.
"You're not going to die today. That is a promise. I do need you to guide my men back to the place you was held in hostage. We are going to root them up. After me, the ship is ready."
Scare and concern for my life made me feel numb. They paid the Vladivostok harbor owner to fabricate the Visas and they turned back, leaving 8 men with us. Oldest of them acquired a minivan from local contact and we went to small Primorsky village, where we were housed in a small apartment on the second floor of one of the old brown houses for the night. Next morning he went out and got us two cars. One was old beat up red Lada, other was very dusty black Škoda. We were separated into two groups, one group went to drive around the area with the Lada and carefully probe for any information, I was tasked to take the other group to the house in Krasnokumskoye I was kept in. First night we spent in a cheap hotel in Khabarovsk, second night we slept in a car near Khalan. Third night we made it to the Chita city and after exploring a bit we stopped by in one of the houses belonging to one of the local Yakuza. He was interested in the mission and was willing to help, after spending the night at his place we went with him in two cars. He took us to his friend's place, where we got fairly modern Russian assault rifles AK-107. Ready for anything we carefully exit the city, avoiding any suspicion as possible. Fourth day we stopped by at the small factory in Kemorovo belonging to the friend of one of the guys, although he was interested of our goal, he didn't had time to come along. By the end of the fifth day we were in Omsk at the run-down region of the city, we spent a night in small wooden house next to half-burnt ruins. We spent 6th day resting in Omsk, exploring the city with another friend of our travel mates. Next day we continued our long journey and before the sunset made it to the Chelyabinsk. After visiting the mall we went to spend the night sleeping in our cars at the parking lot next to the towering apartment blocks. We were waken by police sirens as two cars chased a BMW down the narrow alleyways. In Ufa we had another friend who provided us a place to stay at 9th night. He also gave us some info regarding the Chechens. Turns out that after the failed kidnapping, they abandoned the place and now operate actively in Astrakhan. Next 22 hours we drove straight to there as to not waste time, one of friend's friend is in trouble and needs help. He also has close ties to the gang behind my kidnapping. By the time we made it to the meeting place we were greeted with gunfire. Glass shattered as we jumped out of our cars to hide behind it and others immediately returned fire. During the firefight someone ran into one of the abandoned buildings, followed by two of them.
"Shit, they are going to get him. Hiroshi, go after him!"
Hiroshi jumped into the car after us and we drove off, as the others opened cover fire for us. Police sirens started to get close from the distance as we stopped to let the guy with a pistol to get in and we drove off, leaving two masked men behind. They tried to shoot us, but most of the bullets fly pass, making whistling sounds. We abandoned the car in the maze of apartment buildings and hide in an abandoned house.
"You're all right, Dmitri?"
"Yeah, that was a close call. Sergey fucked up the deal, two of the guys got killed and the shipment was stolen. I'm dead for them, but I can help you."
"Good. Give us what we need to know and I'll give you the address to one of our safe houses in Ufa."
As we left the building we got caught by the group of the gang. Hiroshi was first to die, we scattered as we returned fire, I ran out of bullets and escaped the scene as other continued to shoot at them. Adrenaline and fear drove me on, as I ran into the darkness of the woods and out onto the highway. I walked until the sun came up, then sat down in front of the small store and collapsed from blood loss. When I waked up I was in a small dark bedroom with soviet symbolic posters on the walls. It smelled like old people, the air was thick and warm. I had the wound roughly stitched together and it hurt a bit as I tried to stood up.
"You're sound sleeper, comrade."
"Where am I?"
"Narimanov village. So are running from police or mafia?"
"Mafia. It's a long story."
"That's bad. I have all the time I need so start talking."
"It all started when three people tried to intrude my apartment and kill me, then I went to Poland where I was captured and taken to here in Russia and locked up in a basement in one of the houses in Krasnokumskoye."
"Chechens. Go on."
"I got out of there and left to Japan, they followed me there and blew up one of the bars belonging to Yakuza. I was tasked to guide them back in Russia, but we got ambushed by the same people. I got away, but I took bullet into stomach before making out."
"Yesterday?"
"Yes."
"They are going to be dealt with. Now rest, let us take care of the rest."
When I was waked up again, three people was in the room. Next to the home owner was older man with hat and expensive looking suite, one who waked up me was younger strong man, who probably was a body guard.
"You can return to your home, they wont bother you any longer." He said gruffly.
"Thank you." I answered after a moment, he nodded, stood up, lifted his hat for goodbye and left, his bodyguard following him.
"My name is Grigori. As I understand your from quite far, not local?"
"Yes."
"I have an offer for you."
"Okay, I'm listening."
(Inspiration music: Bi-2 - Polkovnik)
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