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"I will take the necessary actions. It's essential to restore order and rectify the mess left behind by the Antonovich Brothers," I affirm.
"That's excellent news, Lev. How soon can you send them?"
"I will ensure their arrival in Chicago within the week," Lev confirms.
"Thank you, Lev. Your support is greatly appreciated."
"Of course, Nikolai. In times of trouble, the Bratva stands united. The Volkovas will always have your back."
As I finish the call, the sound of stilettos clicking and clacking fills the desolate space of Velvet Handcuffs. Tatyana Borisova, the notorious fixer for the Bratva in Europe, enters the office. She exudes confidence and allure, dressed in a vibrant red, form-fitting dress that accentuates her curves and paired with commanding red stilettos. Her cascading blonde hair reminds me of a flowing waterfall of gold, triggering a memory of the firm grip of her hair wrapped around my hand as she knelt before me.
"Ubiytso," Tatyana purrs, her seductive voice resonating in the empty room. Tatyana's nickname for me, Ubiytso, meaning killer in Russian. "How long have you been in Chicago?"
I tear my gaze away from her hot body and lock eyes with her. "Just a couple of hours."
Tatyana's sly smile plays upon her full lips as she saunters towards me, coming to a stop just inches away. She understands the boundaries and refrains from physical contact, yet the intense aura surrounding her is almost tangible. This fixer possesses a dangerous allure that goes beyond her skills.
"Where are you staying?" she inquires.
"Nowhere at the moment. My bags are still in the limousine."
Tatyana's smile grows slyer. "Well, I've taken care of that. The Bratva in Moscow owns a property through a shell company, unknown to the FBI when they apprehended the Antonovich brothers. It's a substantial estate located on the outskirts of Chicago, near Lake Michigan."
Tatyana continues, "The compound includes a wing with staff rooms and separate barracks for the men. I have made arrangements to ensure everything is ready for you. I've hired trustworthy Russian staff members who previously worked for the Antonovich brothers. Speaking of which, are you planning to bring Nona and Osip from London? I have made arrangements for them as well."
Nona Egorova and Osip Sorokin are my long-standing household staff in London. Nona takes care of cooking, while Osip serves as my valet/butler and assists Nona with various tasks like cooking and cleaning.
"That's perfect." Tatyana always knows how to handle things efficiently. "And what about security?" I inquire.
"Consider it taken care of. There is a guardhouse on the grounds and a state-of-the-art security system in place," Tatyana assures me.
Satisfied with her response, I nod and start formulating plans in my mind. "Excellent. I assume Misha is already there?"
Tatyana chuckles. "Of course, he is. He didn't anticipate you coming to this dump first."
Tatyana steps in close, her proximity annoying.
"What's your game, Tatyana?" I question, wary of her intentions.
She smirks, her dark eyes gleaming with mischief and desire. "I simply want to give you a proper welcome, Nikolai."
I narrow my eyes, understanding her ulterior motives. "I know exactly what you're after."
She presses herself close, her warm breath grazing my ear as she whispers, "Nikolai, I iss the way you make me feel. I miss your big Russian cock. It's been far too long."
I've always preferred to keep my sexual encounters detached and transactional, a means to relieve stress without emotional entanglements. My previous encounter with Tatyana was an ill-advised mistake, yet her irresistible allure continues to tempt me.
"As I've told you before, Tatyana, I don't engage in relationships. Physical pleasure is only sought when there are no strings attached," I assert firmly, my voice resolute.
I hold no animosity towards women. It's just that I don't harbor any emotional connection towards them, nor do I anticipate developing one in the future. This isn't to say that I don't find women physically appealing. I am not one to be swayed by emotions. I have none. However, the presence of an attractive woman like Tatyana can stir arousal within me if she shows interest in engaging in sexual activities. My cock yearns for release, I just want to get off. I admit to being selfish and self-centered in my desires.
Throughout my life, I have always preferred solitude, devoid of emotional entanglements and the avoidance of relationships at all costs. My interactions with women have been driven by physical attraction, with no emotional depth. I seldom experience feelings, except for occasional bouts of anger.
To alleviate stress, I seek out sexual encounters frequently, often with high-priced escorts. I find solace in this arrangement as it carries no emotional baggage - no expectations, relationships, conversations, dating, or flirtation. It is simply a transaction focused on physical pleasure. Engaging in sex, whether it be fucking or other sexual acts, is a straightforward, mechanical experience for me, devoid of romance or emotional connection. It serves as a means to fulfill my physical needs without involving a woman on an emotional level.
Having refrained from seeking escort services, I find myself pent up and longing for release. I know I am selfish bastard when it comes to sex, always fucking from behind, focusing solely on my own pleasure.
Tatyana closes the distance between us, her body pressing against mine, and her head tilts upwards, bringing her lips dangerously close to mine. My initial instinct is to step back, but my betraying hard cock betrays my desire. Damn it! It has been far too long since I fucked a woman!
