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Svetlana – 12: Payback

As I approached I greeted her in Serbian.
“Good Afternoon Libena.”
She looked at me a little curiously. “Good Afternoon. Tell me what is in my bag, please.”
I smiled. “Five ten-pound notes, ten one-pound coins, a phone-card, a handkerchief..”
“Stop!” she said, “You are wrong!” She looked at my surprised face, then burst out laughing.
“Only four ten-pound notes. [...]

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Svetlana – 11: Refuge

“Be quiet, and take your shirt off.”
“What?”
“Just do it.”
I shook my head and removed my shirt.
“Aha! I thought so.” She gently removed the plaster and scrutinized Thak’s handiwork.
She looked at me. “Nice sutures. Do I know the doctor?”
“Thak.”
“Your beautifully-mannered Gurkha bodyguard?”
“The same – he’s a trained field paramedic.”
“I won’t ask how you got it.” She [...]

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Svetlana – 10: Precious Inventory

“Vamos?” I said, standing up and holding out my hand.
She stood up and immediately sat down again, her face contorted with pain. She reached down and rubbed her ankle.
I kneeled on the floor and looked at her. “Posso?” I said, pointing to her foot.
“Sim.” She straightened her leg, and I felt the ankle gently, it [...]

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Svetlana – 9: Zee, a minha amiga

She tightened her arms and moved her face close to mine. I knew what she intended, and though she waited for me to, I could not stop her. She kissed me. A long, generous, sensual kiss that left my lips on fire. I responded gently and lovingly. I had no choice. We became one, lost [...]

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Svetlana – 8: Preparations

She turned to the others. “Since Joe will not tell you what is in his mind, I think I should.”
I sat back in my chair. It was useless to protest, for to do so would be to insult her.
“Joe has invited Jane to join this board, and for all of the reasons he has given, [...]

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Svetlana – 7: Recoup & Recover

She started to sing, the same melancholy song in the same strange tongue she had sung whilst brushing Svetlana’s hair. I closed my eyes, but still felt the tears running down my cheeks. She played with the buttons on my shirt as she sang. Part of me was very, very angry, part of me very [...]

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Svetlana – 6: Revelations

He paused again. “This one – Piotr Vasilov”
This time his finger came down forcibly on the picture of the man’s face. “is FSB. We know he moonlights selling drugs, running rackets and prostitution, and we have suspected him of human trafficking for some time. He is a slimy, vicious, truly evil little man, who has [...]

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Svetlana – 5: Lovers

I was wakened by a fluttering on my lips. I opened my eyes. The sun streamed in the window, and her face was over me, her lips gently brushing mine. The blonde curls fell forward over my face, and I opened my mouth and kissed her. She gave a little laugh.

This is the fifth chapter [...]

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Svetlana – 4: The Memory Girl

She laughed and looked down at the photograph. I kept one eye on my watch, the other on her face. It was strangely animated, her eyes dancing over the picture, while fleeting expressions floated like ghosts.

This is the fourth chapter in my serialized story. You may wish to read the previous chapter 1st: Svetlana – [...]

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Svetlana – 3: Interview

I was fascinated, both with the fluidity and rhythm of the conversation between them and of the almost constant eye contact they achieved. I had expected that Svetlana would show signs of distress, but although she spoke at times through small tears, her self-control was remarkable. Katya’s left hand had met Svetlana’s across the table, [...]

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