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brawny muscles flexed as he suspiciously looked from side to side down the corridor. I could see the .45 Automatic strapped to his waist. Standing with the door open, was Makar, the handsome Russian who had the metal briefcase.
     
    “Oh, shit,” I cursed, turning away from the door.
     

Chapter Five
    Trust No One
     

     
    “Who is it?” Mark barked as he took a step towards me.
     
    “I… I… it’s them…” I blathered hesitantly. I was a bundle of nerves as I wrung my hands together.
     
    “Them who?” He raised his voice. My tongue was tied to the roof of my mouth. Mark gave me a pathetic look, then rushed past me and peered out the peephole.
     
    “That’s Andrei! Makar’s cousin! How in the hell did you get them to knock at your door?”
     
    “You know them?” I quipped.
     
    “Micheves gave us a dossier on them.” he replied, staring at the door.
     
    It suddenly dawned on me that my grandfather did have a dossier on the Russians. It had completely slipped my mind. Micheves must have given the Gottis one too.
     
    The knock on the door grew louder. Andrei was impatient. I flinched. My heart was doing summersaults in my chest. Mark waved the gun and spoke in a slow conspiratorial tone as his eyes brimmed with deadly intent. This was the jewel thief, not the roughneck lover that had just ravaged my body with his jagged sex, leaving my pussy swollen and sore.
     
    “Holy fuck!” Mark exhorted and turned away from the door. His handsome blue eyes fulgurated both shock and admiration as he weaved his gun at me. I was terrified
     
    “Get him inside. Now is the time to take them.”
     
    “Are you crazy? They have security thick as Fort Knox!” I argued in a hushed tone.
     
    “There is a breach of security right now. All of them are at the bar getting drunk, while their commander Nestor Kativor sleeps. I hired a high priced hooker to entertain them.”
     
    “Nestor Kativor? Nestor Kativor?” I repeated and staggered away from the door.
     
    Suddenly, chill bumps spread over my body as my mind stumbled and staggered. I suddenly remembered where I recalled the name, Nestor Kativor. My grandfather had warned me that a man named Nestor Kativor had tortured and brutally murdered my great-grandmother, the second Mary Buck.
     
    “Who is this Nestor Kativor?” My voice trembled.
     
    “We have no time for a question and answer session,” Mark snapped.
     
    “Tell me who he is. I need to know,” my voiced screeched.
     
    Mark rolled his shoulders, annoyed at me as he pressed his lips tight across his face indignantly and responded reluctantly with deep sigh.
     
    “Nestor is part of a modern day KGB that dates back as far as the cold war. He is wanted by the United States for criminal charges. Crimes against humanity for the things he did when he served in the USSR. His specialty was interdisciplinary punishment. He likes to torture people. The man is ruthless. That is why I told you to leave. This is too dangerous for you. His security team has for years transported precious diamonds and other commodities for Russian plutocrats. They would kill you in a drop of a hat.”
     
    As Mark talked, the hair on the back of my neck stood up. Not just my instincts, but common sense was telling me that this was the same man who had murdered my great grandmother. But still, I needed to know.
     
    “How old is Nestor?”
     
    “For god sake, are you writing a fucking book about the man?” Mark lambasted. I could see a large angry vein protruding from his forehead.
     
    “I need to know!” I shot back, stumping my foot.
     
    “He is almost ninety! Now open the door and let Andrei in.”
     
    Adroitly, I did the math in my head and the figure came up close, considering my grandmother give birth to her first child when she was fifteen.
     
    It took everything in me to get my equanimity, but I had to, so I reverted my focus back to the matter at hand.
     
    “Okay, okay, I’m just curious about something.