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time thinking about the degree of nakedness he’d be able to achieve during what was supposed to be a job.
    Natalja bundled them through the door and Vadik reveled in the tiny bite of the cold. He wished it were colder. Siberian cold. As Babushka would say, torture is a good teacher .
    “This way,” she signaled as she turned down the street. Vadik gestured for Andrea to walk just in front of him, but Natalja called back. “Stop being a gentleman, Mr. Petrov. Your slave should walk behind you.”
    His throat, shoulders, and fingers tightened in quick succession. He didn’t like the idea of Andrea being out of his sight. “How far behind me?”
    Natalja turned around, walking backwards on the grimy street. “Far enough that she’s not in your sight.” She stopped. “I know your instinct is to protect her, but this is why you have me with you. I need to break you of your instincts, if you’re going to be a believable Master.”
    “Oh, he’s master enough,” came Andrea’s melodic joke.
    Vadik found himself smiling, against his will again, and he quashed it. “I can be the dominant, no worry there.”
    “Ah, but it’s not about being dominant, it’s about being Master .” Natalja held up one finger. “That means your needs are first. And her service is about your needs.”
    He flexed his shoulders, glancing at Andrea beside him. She was cuddled up in the puffy, black coat and seemed less like a slave than a…than a girl.
    “If you’re going to be the Master, it’ll be your little behaviors that will give you away.” Natalja came between them and placed Andrea about a foot behind him, over his left shoulder.
    “I know. That’s why I didn’t want her doing this in the first place.” Vadik looked behind him. The street was mostly empty, save the automobile traffic, and he trusted his reflexes enough to be able to get to anyone who would hurt her, even out of arm’s length. But he was still on edge.
    “There.” Natalja brushed something off Andrea’s shoulder. “Let’s begin the lessons now, then. So, Andrea, you’re going to have to keep your eyes in front of you. Focus on a point on the ground. Maybe watch that big Russian heel, or his hand. Don’t make eye contact with anyone.”
    “But how will I know who’s coming?”
    “Aaaaah.” Niko’s sister broadened her amused smile into a grand, expectant one. “That’s what your Master is for. He’ll be aware of the people around you, and if you stay in his reach, he’ll control access to you.”
    Vadik nodded. “I won’t let anyone hurt you.”
    “I can protect myself.” Her lip curled up into a half-smile. “Even without being able to watch my surroundings.”
    “Of course you can, darling,” Natalja said. “But why would you want to?” She pounded on Vadik’s shoulder. “With a man like this.” She pointed ahead in a sweeping gesture. “Now, lucky for you, there’s a man just up the street who can give us everything we need for the Sasha stand-in. Just follow me, and let’s practice our best Master-slave.”
    He took a few steps and it unnerved him to have Andrea out of his sight. He kept turning back to make sure she was still there. A soldier always had to know his surroundings at all time, and having to turn his head to look at her was going to give him a cramp.
    “Not all Master-slave relationships are the same,” Natalja was saying from beside him. She walked where Andrea should’ve been, just a step in front of him, and to his right. Away from the traffic, and in his vision. He tried to focus on her words to distract himself from thinking. Can’t live on thinking , as Babushka would say.
    “Some are very sexual,” Natalja said, her long hair sweeping behind her in the tight pony tail. “And some are only about control, or power.”
    “How are those different?” Andrea asked and Vadik instinctively turned.
    “You have to stop that,” Natalja said, touching his shoulder. “Don’t turn when she speaks. I