There was a frivolous fire in the fireplace and warm in the
entire house thanks to that.Despite it,the man,Andreyev Golubin,bursted with
laugh,not from enjoyment,however,but sheer rage.
-”Laugh and enjoy your life in the last minutes of your life!”- He used to
say to his numerous victims,with a sadistic grin on his face.Now he was applying
his own proverb towards himself.Not that his life was over.It was far from that.
There were nothing but woods around the wooden house and not just woods around
some dacha outside of Moscow.It was Siberia and the woods were part of the
Siberian taiga.Far,far away from Moscow.And deep in Siberia,some half way
between Novosybirsk and Irkutsk.How could he not laugh? He,the man who had
ambition to rule his beloved country,at the time when Russia was the master in
the Soviet Empire and then when the empire was already over.And one day suddenly
his ambition was crashed.He was informed he could no longer be the head of the
Russian Intelligence Services and he had to go.He was kicked out like a
rabbit,without one word of thanks for his long service.And now,he was alone and
deep in Siberia,in his secret location.Not exactly alone,but alone.His dreams
were much more ambitious.He felt bewildered when he looked out the window.There
in Moscow he could see the city lights and here,in Siberia just a total
darkness.He still could not get to terms with his actual situation.How could it
be he could stay hidden in the Siberian woods instead of being in the limelight
of Moscow.The world looked to him so much surrealistic at that moment because
there was nothing but woods,woods and woods around.And once again,how could he
The images on his face were rolling over and over by the deepest feeling he
felt.It was hatred,natuarally,bigger than he ever felt.The hatred to one man
only,the Australian Steven Mac Dantosch.It was because of the guy he finally was
doomed.The guy managed to get to the secret location of Harry Gullivers and get
enough damning evidence not only against the American godfather but also against
him,the superman,as it seemed to him,of the Russian political and intelligence
establishment.It was then,when he was removed,that he realised how much was he
too sure of his strength.He was puffed away like simply a nothing.It was indeed
an incredible shock to him then.He has never expected Russia would ever listen
to the demands of the American side.It was never the case before.But it was the
case then.And it was he who had to pay the price.He,the one who was the first
and most important person in the intelligence establishment.He felt terribly
wounded then and the wound still stayed within him.He hated Steven Mac Dantosch
beyond whatever to say.He felt himself more a Siberian tiger now than a human
being.How could it be the other way when he could no longer have influence on
the affairs of his country.Or it seemed so.
The president of Russia was an old man and chaotisch,unable to rule effectively
the country.An iron hand was needed.Only he,Andreyev Golubin,had such a hand.The
iron one! But he could do nothing,nothing at all! A devastating rage was
consuming him because of that.The fire within his own body was more overwhelming
than the fire in the fireplace.There was only one solution: to return with
vengance.Nothing was impossible.Perhaps he was no longer at the helm of
governmental or intelligence functions but he was still someone many in the
political establishment of Russia feared.He was the godfather of most ruthless
mafia in Russia.Sure,he would return to the official establishments in Moscow
one day.But he was consumed now with the most pressing issue of the moment,the
revenge on his archenemy,Steven Mac Dantosch.He had already a plan.He
knew,Melissa Charleroi,the Belgian love of the Australian stayed in Belgium.Why
not to kidnap her,let him know of it and then…kill her.The thought of that
sweetend his humour for a moment.Yes,he would do it.Secondly,he was going to
kidnap also the sister of Tadek Vangard,in order to wound him mortally.The
revenge he did on his brother,was executed brilliantly and he was certain nobody
could prove it was indeed a murder,in a vicious way,except of Tadek Vangard
himself.This is why he instructed his people to leave his initials at the place
of the demise of Tadek Vangard's brother.Now the time was coming to do a harm to
him once again,by kidnapping his sister.So he had two women to deal with and it
was already decided.Only the orders had to be issued.He just waited for his
people to come.They were arriving to him from Moscow.It was already night and
the views outside the windows were non existent,a total blackness.The
taiga,naturally.The mysterious goddess in other words,which spreaded from
Wladiwostok in the Far East to the Ural Mountains and symbolized the power of
It was already nearly midnight.
-“What is happening,shit,with them? Why they’re still not here?!”- He
whispered in a damning way.He was aware there were thousands upon thousands of
dangers within Syberian taiga,not only from wild animals but also from dangerous
criminals who escaped the government's persecutions.Many of them were
killers,psychopaths and whatever sort of damned beasts in human skins.
He heard suddenly a rustle of a tree branch.It was strange.His people would
announce to him they are coming.They had mobile telephones.He got alarmed and
took a rifle to his hands.He was ready to shoot on the spot.No a chance to even
to open a mouth for the one or the ones who were invading his possession.It was
a wilderness here,in the deepness of Siberia,and,therefore,no rules and no a
hesitation whatsoever could be exercised.If you do not shoot first you are
dead.It was as simply as that.He heard again a rustle of a tree branch,much
nearer to his wooden dacha.Only enemies could behave like that.He saw someone in
one of the windows.That window was not closed.The guy,whoever he was,got inside
over the window-sill.It was then when the light went automatically off in the
entire house and it was also then when a shot was discharged from the Andreyev
Golubin’s rifle.The guy fell to the floor and rolled over in convulsions of
pain.He was wounded.It was also then when he heard some voices from behind the
closed door.He recognised them.The voices belonged to his people.He put the
light on and saw Jurij,who was one of his mafia men.
He opend the door and saw the other companions of the wounded man,all of whom
were his people.
-“Shit! How could you enter my house without any sign of warning! Haven’t
you known our taiga is full of bandits?!”- He began to shout from rage.They
did not know how to react,because they just realised how stupid was what they
just did.There was no place for a childless game in the heartland of the
-"Sorry,boss,we wanted to make a surprise."- One of them appologised.
-"Well,you might have ended as corpses."-Andreyev Golubin shot
They stood before him,embarrassed.
-“What are you waiting for?! Rush to him,perhaps he still has a chance to
live!”- He ordered them.Only then did they move hurriedly and swiftly,without
a word,towards their wounded companion.Andreyev Golubin sat down on a nearest
chair and looked at them.There were seven of them,professionals in the killing
business and talented in quite a number of fields.Two of them wre just showing
off the knowledge of operation of a wounded patient.They removed swiftly a
bullet from the Jurij’s body,disinfected it and bandaged.Jurij lost his
consciousness and it was better for him that way because he did not have to feel
an agonising pain.They brought him to a bed and placed him there cautiously.Then
they just stood in place and again looked at Andreyev Golubin with faces full of
embarrassment.Andreyev Golubin gave them a sign to come up to the table.He
decided to forget the incident.There was no need to say anything.Their faces'
expressions proved they understood how foolish was what they did.
While they were approaching the table Andreyev Golubin stood up from his chair
and came to the drinks bar.He reached for the bottle containing pure Russian
vodka,not just twenty eight or forty percent as the softees in the West were
used to but nearly one hundred percent of alcohol.Traditionally,the Russians had
the strongest heads,as one of the proverbs said.He knew his men will become
quite talkative after consuming the bottle.All of them were bandits and one of
them,Sasza was even a psychopath who had some switched off lives of women,his
lovers,behind himself.He exalted in bringing women to orgasms and when they were
achieving that he strangled them.Andreyev Golubin was the only one in all of
Russia who had the evidence on him and told him once as long as he is loyal to
him nobody else will know about his deadly,psychpatic deeds.Sasza proved himself
indeed loyal and he,Andreyev Golubin,used him in the most important actions,and
especially in such actions where sadism had to be one of the ingredients of a
killing of a victim.He had a licence to kill.The others too,but they were not as
brilliant as Sasza.
They have indeed become talkative when the bottle was consumed.
-“Boss,you’ll have to give me vacation one day.I want to return to that
village in Poland in which we eliminated Tadek Vangard’s younger brother.They
have beautiful women there.”- Sasza remarked at some point. His companions
bursted with laugh.They also knew he was a sadist but did not know to what a
-“Sure,I’ll permit you going there one day,Sasza.”- Andreyev Golubin
agreed with him.
-“I wonder when…”- The eyes of the handsome psychopath,with a
smooth,shaved face and a blond hair,became shiny from anticipation.
This time it was Andreyev Golubin who bursted with laugh.
-“Oh,Sasza,you have to be patient! One day,sure! But now,I need you.I need you
-“What’s for,boss?”- One of them,Grigorij,asked.
-“Oh,I’d forget! Boss,we know the wherebouts of Melissa Charleroi!”- Sasza
A triumph spread all over Andreyev Golubin’s face.
-“Great,Sasza! This is what I wanted to talk to you about.I see you didn’t
waste time and made the ‘research’ as I asked you.Tell me everything what
-“She is kept in a villa on the outskirts of Brussels.”- Sasza announced
-“Can she manage to go out the place? To escape?”
-“No,she is locked there.”
-“And who is the kidnapper?”- A curiousness showed up on the Andreyev
-“You won’t believe it,boss! The guy is as much a sadist as me,he exploits
her sexually and in a very brutal manner and he is…a policeman.”
-“A policeman?”- Andreyev Golubin felt stunned.
-“Absolutely,boss!.I know even his name: Brett van Healens!”
Andreyev Golubin triumphed.
-“Sasza,you did a great job! As we know it Steven Mac Dantosch is also in
Belgium and probably only we know her wherebouts.We must hurry before he learns
where is she.I’m sure she is the key to his demise.Once she is dead he will be
finished because she is part of him.We must absolutely loose no time.”
-“Do you mean,boss,we must go to Brussels as soon as possible?”- Viktor,yet
another member of his mafa asked.
-“Yes,indeed!.And I’ll go with you!”- Andreyev Golubin announced.
-“Great,boss! But,can I be sure she’ll be in my hands? I assure you I’ll
do absolutely professionally what must be done.”- Sasza asked.His companions
and even Andreyev Golubin bursted with laugh.
-“Well,you can have her.But don’t dissapoint me.I don’t want a
surprise.”- Andreyev Golubin agreed.
-“There won’t be a surprise,boss!”- Sasza assured him.
Andreyev Golubin stretched himself on the chair and even flang out his arms.
-“This is not all,comrades.I want also Tadek Vangard'sister to be
kidnapped.Sasza,you organise another team in Moscow before we depart for
Brussels.While we get Melissa Charleroi to our hands our companions will get the
other lady to their hands.We’ll make a revenge on both,Steven Mac Dantosch
and Tadek Vangard nearly at the same time.They will swear and curse they dared
to pass the strategy Beehive to the Americans and brought me down.They’ll pay
-“You’re brilliant,boss!”- Ludmijev,yet another one among the mafia guys
-“Brilliant or not,you all better go upstairs and have a rest.”- Andreyev
Golubin gave a sign he concluded the meeting.
He watched the fire in the fireplace when he was left alone again.Once for a
while he looked also at the darkend shadows of the Siberian trees.
It was still dark outside there but soon there would be a morning.Images of his
plans and strategies crossed his mind.He realised he still had a chance.He had
his mafia,hundreds of deadly men, whom feared even the most powerful people in
Moscow.He knew he will return there one day.He will return with a vengance.What
he had to do was to change his identity.He certainly could do it.And the world
will be open to him again.Surely his beloved Russia.Strangely,he felt united
with the nature outside the window,despite that he himself was a contradiction
of that nature.
The simplest to say,the nature gave life while he took life away.He did not
bother about it.It was his job.Was he not a godfather? The most important was to
return to the highest achelons of Russia’s public life.He could do it and even
There was still a chance for the strategy he dreamt about.The strategy which he
called Pax Golubin. He can go to Switzerland in the worst case and make a
plastic operation.And then he can simply not only change but make a total
overhaul of his identity.
He reached for a cigar,lighted it and soon was swinging in the vastness of a
cloud of smoke,in which he saw himself not only as the most powerful godfather
of Russia but also someone who had it all,in much broader a perspective.
He saw himself even as a godfather of entire world.
There was indeed a chance to his Pax Golubin.It was a dream for the moment but
in fact and above all an ultimate goal...To be continued…Author: Thaddeus
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