# 历史的发展，好像是首先要麻醉这个国家的人民，然后才有可能把他们从历来的麻木状态中唤醒似的。—卡尔·马克思
特雷古波娃穿过走廊，她的脚后跟走廊上发出咔哒声。她紧握和松开拳头，呼吸急促而浅。她能感觉到胆汁向喉咙里燃烧，但她希望自己保持冷静和镇静。
在走廊的尽头，她看见了他。他弓着腰，背对着她。她不知道他在看什么，但他全神贯注于此。她心里想，“他一定能看到什么。”
她向他迈了一步。他听到她的声音，转过身来。他们俩沉默了一会儿。
“这是什么？”特雷古波娃终于问道。
“爱尔兰踢踏舞，你不认为那些苏联合唱团女孩跳的很好吗？无论是斯拉夫还是亚洲女孩。”罗曼诺夫放下手指说，大厅中央是苏联女子合唱团表演爱尔兰踢踏舞。
“真的吗？那……令人不安。”
“令人不安？也许吧，但我觉得这很迷人。”罗曼诺夫把注意力转向踢踏舞。“说实话，我倒希望你来这里的原因完全不同。”
特雷古波娃凝视着舞蹈。唱诗班继续在一个圆圈里跳踢踏舞，女高音领唱年轻而丰满，她的腿很短，手臂很长。踢踏舞演员随着音乐只半点着头。
“你不觉得奇怪吗，她们跳的是那首而不是国歌？”特雷古波娃问道。
“不，她们应该跳性感又有艺术美感的舞蹈。”罗曼诺夫摇了摇头又指示了特雷古波娃坐在旁边。
“这不是针对个人的。只是这首歌有着比你所知道的更深的含义。整个表演是一个隐喻。”
“什么的隐喻？”
“我问你，当我能让这群女孩们不唱喀秋莎而踢踏舞时候，我能进一步做些什么？”罗曼诺夫盯着她暗示说。他的眼睛里流露出一种调情而又狡猾的神情。特雷古波娃转移了视线。
“我明白了。”
“权力导致腐败和腐朽，如果我让一个芭蕾舞演员或空姐来代替你怎么办？”
“你怎么能……”特雷古波娃说，但罗曼诺夫举起手让她安静下来。
“我不会。这是不可能的。此外，我对腐败不感兴趣。你是清廉的。”特雷古波娃脸红了，把注意力转向了跳舞的女孩们。“我明白了。那么，它们只是一个……隐喻。”
“没错。”
“那么，一个人究竟是如何变得清廉的呢？”特雷古波娃问道。“你有药水什么的吗？”
“我说过这是一个隐喻，你认为在这个隐喻你代表苏联的什么？跳舞的女孩们又代表什么？我又代表什么？决定你的到底是什么？”
“我对形而上学一无所知……但如果我是你，我会把注意力集中在芭蕾舞演员身上。她们年轻漂亮。你可以试图腐化她们……或者别的什么。”
罗曼诺夫摇摇头说：“仔细想想，暂时不要从个人的观点看待事物，再回答我。”
“我不明白，”特雷古波娃困惑地说。
“我说的更直白点，决定你是否清廉的是什么？你不会被抓到监狱判罪的是什么？”
特雷古波娃没有回答。她不想承认自己腐败，不想承认自己会被别人控制，不想承认自己的未来完全掌握在自己手中。
“我想你明白了，有些事情不是你有没有做，而是你有没有价值。比如福尔采娃，没有了赫鲁晓夫她什么都不是。”罗曼诺夫说完盯着她沉默了。特雷古波娃盯着她的膝盖。她知道讨论的方向，她不喜欢这样。
“在这个大厅里，我们都是被控制的。只是控制者不同。我的控制者是没有战胜办法的，它可以放弃你用一些比如腐败的理由让你死去，然后换上那些在跳舞的年轻女孩们，在她们的丝袜上结束这场表演。”
“这是一个相当残酷的分析。”
“但这是准确的，”罗曼诺夫回答。“那么，你会怎么做？你会像这里所有的人一样被控制和毁灭吗？”
“不……”特雷古波娃说。
“因此，你是清廉的。”罗曼诺夫举起手来平息她的抗议。“只要我相信，你就是！但如果你失去了我的信任或者我失败了？”
“那么？”特雷古波娃问道，但仍然对他会对她做出这样的威胁感到震惊。
“然后，你会像虫子一样被压碎。”
他用手做了一个压倒性的手势。“和这里的其他人一样。”
威胁笼罩着特雷古波娃，但这是一场表演。她并不害怕。她可以整晚玩这个游戏。
“那么，你打算怎么办？”罗曼诺夫又问。
特雷古波娃思考了这个问题。她盯着那个男人，想办法赢得他的信任。令她惊讶的是，她想起了他早些时候说过的话，并决定用它来对付他。
“我会……成为一个更好的领导者，”她说，想起了他的话。
罗曼诺夫睁大了眼睛。“希望如此，你明白失败的下场。”他又警告着说，她需要回答。
“当我失败时会发生什么？”
“你认为苏联政治局为什么要把勃列日涅夫的女儿枪毙？难道只是为了她走私的那些珠宝？”他反唇相讥地问道，用手捂住她的嘴唇，阻止她说话。“他们杀了她就像杀了她父亲一样。他们杀了你……如果你失败了。你明白规则，不是吗？”她点点头。
“很好，你明白如果我失败了，那些过去对你受贿视而不见的人会把你弄死，就是你真的廉洁也可以造假。如果我继续统治你才活着，现在，告诉我你是什么？”他松开手问。
特雷古波娃盯着那只手，想着如何回答。
“我……很忠诚。”
“你很忠诚，还会是一个好母亲，而且是我的狗。”
“什么？”
“我对那些忠诚的人有弱点，”罗曼诺夫回答。“告诉我更多。”
“嗯，你……你很喜欢我，对吧？”她问。
“当然，我会继续和你一起统治，”他回答。
“很好，很好。你非常……英俊。我的意思是，你看起来像一个好领导，我肯定……我的意思是，你不是真的老了什么的，但是……”
“我明白，你担心我太老了？”
特雷古波娃点点头。
“只要你忠诚，你就不必害怕。在可预见的未来，我将年轻强壮。”
“好吧，我想你很好。”特雷古波娃微笑着，松了一口气。
“告诉我，你觉得这次演出怎么样？”
“我认为……一切进展顺利。”“我也是，我想收养你作为养女。”
特雷古波娃微笑着打睫毛。
“我受宠若惊。也许我们应该慢慢来。”
“是的，没有其他人知道孩子吧？”他抚摸着她的小腹问。
“正确，”她说。
他俯身快速地、热情地、不加解释地吻了一下。她感到他的脸颊贴着她的脸，然后他的嘴贴着她的脸颊。这让她非常吃惊，她发出了一声小小的叫声。他笑了笑，退回来。
“你需要学会控制你的恐惧。”
“我的恐惧？”
“害怕被控制，也害怕失败。” 他说，放开了她。“害怕一切，但最重要的是，害怕自己。”
“我什么都不怕，”她撒谎说。
“是吗？那个跳舞的亚洲女孩你觉得怎么样？她可能来自西伯利亚。”罗曼诺夫盯着舞蹈的女孩们说，“把她带到我的卧室。”特雷古波娃看着舞者，她们大多数穿着低胸和很少的衣服，说：“我想我不能带一个西伯利亚人，更不用说俄罗斯人了。”
“因为你嫉妒还是害怕被取代？”他笑着问道。
“我什么都不怕，当然也不嫉妒。”她愤怒地回答。
“那就带那个西伯利亚女孩到我的卧室。”他说，不屑一顾。
“很好。我相信这足够一个晚上的娱乐了。”他轻蔑地说。
“是的，爸爸……对不起……”
舞蹈解散后，特雷古波娃带着那个西伯利亚女孩在走廊里前往卧室。
“你叫什么名字？”特雷古波娃厌恶地问。
“玛吉。”
“我是特雷古波娃。”她说，握着玛吉的手。
“罗曼诺夫将成为你的继父。”他说着，关上了她卧室的门。
她瞪大眼睛盯着他，震惊得睁大了眼睛。他走到她身边，搂住她，吻了吻她。
“放松点，玛吉，你多大了？你参加了共青团吗？”他问，特雷古波娃则去锁上卧室的门。
玛吉把他推开了。“我18岁了，你这个养猪的农民！”她愤怒地喊道。
“那又怎样？爱情在最不可能的地方也会兴盛起来。拿破仑喜欢跳舞的女孩约瑟芬。我一直发现，最爱的人往往是最疏远的人。”他愤怒起身说，特雷古波娃对玛吉说：“你在做什么？！他是总书记！”玛吉盯着他，不知道该说什么。
“你在干什么？我以前从未见过你这样做。你是党员！记得那是什么意思吗？”
“我记得。”玛吉闷闷不乐地说。
“你表现得像个小女孩。”
“我不是小女孩！”玛吉说，退后一步。
特雷古波娃安抚说：“他只是来询问你愿意接受一个养父吗？放轻松。”罗曼诺夫慢慢靠近说：“你应该服从组织。”
玛吉看着他，她的眼睛因恐惧而睁大。他把手搭在她的肩膀上，“明天早上我会解释的，你怎么不睡一会呢？”
玛吉生了气，说：“我要去洗手间。” 特雷古波娃打开门说：“当然。我会送她去洗手间。”罗曼诺夫翻了个白眼。“我有重要的工作要做。我不需要照顾化妆间。”玛吉走了出去，仍然闷闷不乐。特雷古波娃关上了门。
罗曼诺夫靠在墙上思考。他确信他能操纵玛吉屈服。
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在洗手间里，特雷古波娃密切注视着玛吉，确保她没有试图逃跑。她盯着那个穿着低胸上衣和短裤的漂亮黑发女郎说：“小女孩，你知道他想要什么，你只是个普通的共青团女孩。”玛吉盯着她，对侮辱感到愤怒。“你认为我刚从卡车上摔下来？你认为我是个没用的站街女孩？你认为我很丑？”玛吉问道，声音提高了。
“我不觉得，我只担心你会不理智不顺从并反抗他，继续像之前那样咒骂他。你明白他能帮你爬上象牙塔也要让你死在这里，没有警察会管。”
玛吉瞪大眼睛，紧握拳头，盯着特雷古波娃。
“如果你今晚温顺的和他睡觉，你的父母可以从集体公寓搬到别墅，你可以进入莫斯科大学，毕业后可以直接到克里姆林宫工作。”她说，声音平静。玛吉目不转睛地盯着她。特雷古波娃说：“如果你想继续接受教育，那么最好遵守。”玛吉的脸色变得柔和了。
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玛吉盯着镜子里的自己。她的眼睛炯炯有神，脸颊上有酒窝，嘴巴微微噘起。她的黑发乱蓬蓬的。她撅着嘴说：“我希望我有更多的雀斑。”她叹了口气。“我的生活太不公平了。”
“别抱怨。我肯定你的梦里有很多雀斑。”
“我想是吧。”玛吉仍然撅嘴说。
“现在去睡觉吧，让罗曼诺夫他感觉你的身体。”特雷古波娃催促说，玛吉点点头，走到宿舍，开始脱衣服。她脱下短裤和上衣，走到床前，爬了进去。她盯着天花板说，“我不知道他会怎么做。”特雷古波娃笑了。“他必须做点什么。否则，他就无法证明他投入你的时间和金钱是合理的。”玛吉点点头。罗曼诺夫从被子伸手过来说：“你是一个快乐的、适应良好的共产主义者的完美例子，过来玛吉吻我这个老头。”玛吉抬起头，困惑地说：“吻你？为什么？”罗曼诺夫笑了笑，说：“因为你还淋得湿漉漉的。”玛吉脸红了。
“现在过来坐在我身上，你有男朋友吗？”
玛吉摇摇头，盯着地面。“我不知道。”罗曼诺夫笑了。“我让你决定。现在过来。”玛吉爬到罗曼诺夫身边，他用双臂搂住她。她把脸埋在他的肩膀上，“是、是的。”
“乖女孩。”罗曼诺夫吻了玛吉说：“我会收养你并教导你，你是我的养女与情人，还是宠物。”
“我宁愿做你的宠物。”玛吉说，声音变得端庄起来。罗曼诺夫笑了。
“也许你是。如果你服从我，你会的。”
玛吉身体僵硬点头，特雷古波娃不悦地问：“这就是你的隐喻？”
“我不是他的走狗，如果你是这么想的话。”玛吉说，声音变得冷淡起来。
“好吧，那我们去睡觉吧。”特雷古波娃打了个哈欠，爬到罗曼诺夫身边，开始亲吻他。
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玛吉从床上爬起来，瞥了一眼钟。当时是五点半。玛吉打了个哈欠，伸了伸懒腰，说：“我去多拿些柴火。”
“好的。”
玛吉走向壁炉，抓起一根木棍，开始搅拌燃烧的余烬。她搅拌并拍了拍灰烬，然后去抓更多的木头。
罗曼诺夫盯着她的背影对特雷古波娃说：“她很性感，她是一种未来。你与她都是我的宠物，就像社会主义与资本主义对于官僚而言。”
特雷古波娃叹了口气，双手放在肚子上。“我有点讨厌成为你的宠物。这是一个很好的改变，我们过去几年的沉闷常态。”
“当你能从我这里拿到钱与权力时就会更满意，明天联系列宁格勒银行与列宁格勒科学院把一些帐面卢布转到你的影子帐户上。”罗曼诺夫伸出手又说：“把柜子上的红酒给我。”特雷古波娃递给罗曼诺夫那瓶酒。他呷了一口，然后笑了。
“是的，像那样。”他向玛吉做手势。“你的小朋友可以和我们一起吃晚饭。”玛吉凝视着，然后站起来，开始清理桌子上的盘子、杯子和餐具。特雷古波娃看着玛吉，问道：“你打算怎么处置她？”
“我不知道。她是宠物，我是宠物主人。”
“嗯，你难道不能把她看作一个潜在的情人、伴侣，甚至是母亲吗？”
“不，她的价值还不配那样做，玛吉过来跪在我面前。”玛吉走向特雷古波娃和罗曼诺夫。“跪下。”玛吉凝视着。
“现在。”
玛吉慢慢跪下，抬头看着罗曼诺夫。他低头看着她。
“服务你的宠物，明白吗？服务她。不要问问题。如果你这样做，你将失去你所赢得的。”玛吉点点头，开始亲吻罗曼诺夫的脚趾。他笑了。
“这就是最高权力的力量，特雷古波娃，你明白吗？它能让任何人变成奴隶。”罗曼诺夫摸了一下玛吉的头说：“我觉得你正在变成一个非常无聊的奴隶，特雷古波娃。也许你应该从现在开始试着做一个好奴隶。”特雷古波娃翻了个身，朝罗曼诺夫的肚子打了一拳。“当你打我时，你击中了目标。这是不能容忍的。”罗曼诺夫站着微笑。“我必须记住这一点。”
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格里戈里·瓦西里耶维奇·罗曼诺夫继续享受他所拥有的权力。他可以有任何他想要的女人。他可以有一千个女人。他可以拥有一个王国。他想做所有这些事情，甚至更多。他瞥了一眼玛吉。她会服从他的；他看得见。她有一种他喜欢的渴望。她想成为一个忠诚的好臣民。他微笑着想，“多好的宠物啊。”
罗曼诺夫又拿起笔写下签名交给特雷古波娃说：“把这封推荐信交给莫斯科大学，让玛吉去那里学习。”
特雷古波娃拿着推荐信离开了。玛吉清理了脏盘子和杯子。罗曼诺夫走回到桌子旁。“那么，你现在要做什么，我的宠物？”玛吉坐在他的脚边。他抚摸着玛吉的头。
“把衣服解开，让我摸摸你的小乳房。”他伸手去拿玛吉的衬衫，解开了扣子。玛吉抬头看着他。“摸摸我那肿胀的卡布奇诺。”他抚摸着玛吉温暖、柔软的小乳头。玛姬呻吟着。“嗯，我喜欢你小乳头的感觉。”罗曼诺夫站起来，俯视着玛吉。“你想吮吸我膨胀的卡布奇诺吗？”玛吉盯着。“是的你是。”他俯下身子，玛吉深吸了一口气。罗曼诺夫的卡布奇诺淹没了玛吉饥饿的小嘴。
“啊，对，就是这样。”他用空闲的手按摩麦琪的头和喉咙。他能感觉到玛吉的小喉咙为他张开。他把他那肿胀的卡布奇诺抹在玛吉的小嘴和喉咙上。
“小宠物，过几天莫斯科大学会录取你，你一个月生活费用多少卢布？”
“一百卢布。”
“那咖啡太贵了。”罗曼诺夫笑了。玛吉吞下了最后几滴卡布奇诺。
罗曼诺夫再次摸了摸玛吉的乳房说：“你有银行账户吗？如果你有，告诉特雷古波娃，她会每月给你转账2000卢布。”
“是的，但我没有。”玛吉又眨了眨眼。“我得向我父亲要钱。”
“你父亲养育了一个正直的女孩，让特雷古波娃帮你办理帐户，你在莫斯科还需要一个睡觉的地方，搬到我的户外别墅吧。”他摸了摸玛吉的脸说。“作为作为一个好奴隶的奖励，你将有一张温暖的床，一顿美味的食物，一座宽敞、美丽、干净的私人别墅，有足够的生活费用让你浪费，一切都是免费的。我还将确保你在莫斯科大学接受完整的教育。我会做到这一切，告诉我你的答案。你想当我的奴隶吗？”玛吉抬头看着罗曼诺夫。
“是的。”
“那么交易就完成了，你不再是苏联的自由公民，你是我的财产。我拥有你。你是我的奴隶。这是成为世界上最有权势的人之一的唯一途径。你会毫无疑问地照我说的去做。你明白吗？”
“是的。”
“现在，舔干净我的脚趾并记住你是我的女奴。”
他又抚摸了一下玛吉的脸。玛吉舔了舔脚趾，让罗曼诺夫满意。
“啊，你是个好奴隶。我不会容忍这里的不服从。”
“请不要再做测试了。请不要再做测试了。”玛吉恳求道。
“你看见这个高大有力的人了吗？”罗曼诺夫摸了摸玛吉的头，盯着她的眼睛。
“是的。”
“你怕他吗？”
“没有。”
“这很好，冷静看着我。我会帮助你，你会服务我，我们是共生共存的关系。”罗曼诺夫指了指他的衣服说：“冷静下来就帮我穿衣服，要像沙皇的侍女一样。”
玛吉脸色苍白。“你想让我穿得像个...一个宫廷女士？”玛吉问。
“如果你愿意的话，你美丽的脖子、耳朵与手指都能戴上珍珠与钻石。”
“哦，不是那样的，只是……我不习惯穿得像……一个……”玛吉低头看着她的鞋子，脸红了。
“你会习惯，当你能向所有人隐藏你贫穷的乡村出身时，明白吗？”
“是的。”玛吉点点头。她抓起一双新的丝袜和吊袜带，穿上。罗曼诺夫走近一步，着迷地盯着玛吉的腿。
特雷古波娃推门进来说：“总书记，有报告给你，是克格勃调查勃列日涅夫女儿走私珠宝案件的。”
“谢谢你，特雷古波娃。”他转向玛吉。“现在，下楼去打扮一下。”玛吉站起来，走到门口。她犹豫了一下，回头看了看罗曼诺夫。他扬起眉毛。特雷古波娃说：“继续。”玛吉敬礼后离开了房间。特雷古波娃盯着罗曼诺夫。“现在，告诉我，这份报告是什么？”“这是所有已知走私者及其联系人的名单，包括美国人和英国人。”特雷古波娃睁大了眼睛。
“我明白了。”
“这份报告非常详尽，花了几个月才完成。”罗曼诺夫坐下来盯着报告揉着眼睛说：“勃列日涅夫女儿加琳娜·勃列日涅娃通过情人向外国倒卖苏联珠宝文物，并把知情的一些参与者灭口甚至包括克格勃。”
“报告令人震惊。你确定它是准确的吗？”
“嗯，这是无法伪造的，但走私物品及其买家的清单可能会被篡改。”
“的确。”
“情况很复杂，如果加琳娜·勃列日涅娃不是勃列日涅夫的女儿，我可以判她死刑。可惜她不是！”
“那我们该怎么办？”“我将不得不消除她。”
“除掉？”
“有一些处理这种情况的方法，不涉及谋杀。”
“比如说？”
“我们让她消失。”
“让她消失？我们怎样才能做到呢？”
“有一些秘密的监狱散布在世界各地。哪里有问题，哪里就有解决办法。”
“那我们能相信谁？”
罗曼诺夫笑了笑，盯着特雷古波娃。“我们互相信任。”
特雷古波娃叹了口气。
“好了，跪到我脚边给我口交。我需要想一下。”罗曼诺夫拍了拍她的脸然后解开拉链。
“嗯，我明白了。你要用我的大脑来报仇？”
“如果我打算报仇，那么是的。”
“我明白了。我跪下了。”
特雷古波娃弯下腰，开始给罗曼诺夫脱衣服。
“嗯，是的......好姑娘。现在，为我口交。”
她俯下身子，把罗曼诺夫的鸡巴吸掉。
“好了，这还不算太糟，是吗？”
“一点也不，同志。”
“现在，你来处理那份报告。”
“当然可以，同志。”
特雷古波娃回到房间，坐在她的书桌旁。 特雷古波娃笑了。“好吧，从那里起来。我需要考虑一下。” 她抓住桌子的边缘把自己拉起来。
“现在，擦你的脸，把我的女儿带过来。”特雷古波娃擦了擦嘴唇，然后离开了房间。罗曼诺夫坐在桌旁。
“所以，我要报复勃列日涅娃……把她交给美国人。”他从桌上抓起一个文件夹，盯着里面的照片。他叹了口气。“这些是加林娜·勃列日涅娃走私出境的物品，它们在哪里，是谁买的。这些很难追讨回来，如果直接清除她会让苏联官僚集团不满，他们害怕被牵连。但不清理的话，就无法塑造在民众中的好感。”罗曼诺夫站起来，走到窗前。“我得小心处理这件事。”他凝视着窗外。“还要稳定官僚集团与加盟国的第一书记，继续默认它们的特权与腐败交易。”
（列宁成立苏联时，为了让日后其他国家也加入苏联而在宪法中加入所有加盟国可以自由脱离苏联的法律，这导致苏联可以从法律解体的隐患，斯大林掌权后解散与合并其他政党，采用了党国一体的状态防止苏联解体。到了勃列日涅夫，苏联中央政府与加盟国共产党形成了一系列默认的规则，苏联中央给加盟国第一书记提供包括子女特别教育、容忍腐败等特权来换取它们对苏联的忠诚与压制地方民族主义。）
“你在想什么？”特雷古波娃走进房间问道。
“在想你与玛吉多漂亮，我能拥有你们两个宠物与养女真幸运。”
罗曼诺夫微笑着走近她。
“哦，你真是个马屁精。”
“阿谀奉承者？我是你的朋友。我一直是你的朋友。”罗曼诺夫挽着特雷古波娃与玛吉的腰说。
“好吧，好吧，你是个好朋友。不过我需要你为我做点什么。”
“什么都行。”
特雷古波娃亲密地把罗曼诺夫的手放进自己的内裤说：“靠银行转帐卢布太慢了，为什么你不试着把列宁格勒银行股票或者外贸部弄到手里？”玛吉在旁边震惊了，罗曼诺夫点头说：“外贸部不可能，但银行的股份可以拿到。”
“怎么办？”
“靠近卡塔琳娜。我知道她在银行工作，我知道她在那里不开心。”
“你是什么意思？”特雷古波娃问道。
“她冒着很大的风险来找我。如果她被抓住，这可能意味着对她甚至可能对我都意味着死刑。”罗曼诺夫又说：“社会意义上的，所以，当她帮我们就能拿到数千万卢布的时候，怎么能指望她不违反法律与道德？”
玛吉盯着地面。
“不过，她在那里不开心。她想去海边休息一下。如果我们想摆脱她，我们现在就可以。但现在还没必要，如果有被监察委员会调查的风险，她就会莫名其妙死亡。”罗曼诺夫轻描淡写地说。
“她不会有事的。只要注意她。她是个聪明的女孩，她会想出办法帮助我们的。”特雷古波娃说。
罗曼诺夫点点头看回在旁边不说话的玛吉问：“你在害怕这些事情吗？”
玛吉抬起头看着他说：“我有一点，我不习惯。”她低头看着自己的膝盖。“但是，我想我能应付。”
罗曼诺夫点点头。“当你步入这场游戏就应该做，这里面的人都是聪明又狡诈的。如果你聪明又顺从，我会保护你并帮你得到你工作一辈子也无法得到的财富，你能靠劳动拥有数亿卢布吗？”
“是的。”玛吉平静地说：“我想帮助你。”
“很好。”罗曼诺夫说，“现在去回你的宿舍，再搬到我这里。特雷古波娃会开车帮你，我的宠物。”
“谢谢你。”玛吉说。她站起来，看着特雷古波娃说：“明天见。”特雷古波娃点点头说：“回头见。”玛吉走出房间，特雷古波娃跟着她。
“她是一个勇敢的女孩。不幸的是，她只是一个实验。每次，结果都是贪婪和堕落的部分成功了。”罗曼诺夫问道。
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“小心驾驶，不要撞到其他车辆。”
“是的，是的。”
玛吉走到她的住处，特雷古波娃说：“我明天打电话来接你。”
“好的。”
玛吉走向她的门，打开了门。在外面有一条走廊，她沿着走廊走进了自己的房间。她走了进来，关上门，躺在床上。她看着天花板，想起了罗曼诺夫。
我得聪明点。我不能再傻了，否则结局会很糟糕。
她睡着了，想着她的未来。
过了几小时，她的舍友阿格拉菲娜开门把她惊醒了。玛吉摇摇晃晃地坐了起来。
“现在几点了？”
“睡觉时间到了，瞌睡虫。”
“哦，我没想到这么晚了。”
阿格拉菲娜进来坐到自己的床位问：“昨晚你去那里了？我问合唱团其他人只知道你昨晚排练完爱尔兰舞就不见了。”
“我在和一个非常重要的人开会。”
“真的吗？谁？”
“苏联中央委员会总书记。他叫罗曼诺夫同志。”
“那个头发灰白的。”“是的，我与他有一些私事要处理。”
“你从来没有对唱诗班的其他人说过这件事。他们都很担心你。”
玛吉耸耸肩。“随便吧，阿格拉菲娜我想问一下你，如果你有一个机会能得到一生花不光的财富要做一件你不喜欢的事情，你会怎么样？”
阿格拉菲娜想了一会儿。“我会做点什么来帮助我的家人。”
“是的，我就是这么想的。”玛吉说，“现在我要回去了。”
“你要走吗？”
“是的，我要去列宁格勒，和你听到我说的那个人一起住。”
“是这样吗？”
“是的，我带你一起去。事实上，我要搬进去了。”
阿格拉菲娜睁大了眼睛。“真的吗？和总书记一起？”“是的，过来我告诉你，他准备让我当他的养女与送我上莫斯科国立大学。”
“我不知道哪一个更好。”
玛吉笑了，“我也不知道，但我猜不是前者。”
“那么，他付你多少钱让你做你做的事？”
“他在莫斯科有一所房子，用作作战基地。这是他在这座城市唯一的地方。”
“多好啊，”阿格拉菲娜说，“住在这样的房子里，而且有很多钱，一定很不错。”
“是的，你应该去。这是个不错的城镇。”
玛吉站起来伸了伸懒腰。“这是一个机会，我能得到我以前不敢想的生活，只是…”
“怎么了？”
“我想，只要对你所拥有的感到高兴就好了。”
“你今天下午就要走了。你打算怎么去那儿？”
“他有个叫特雷古波娃的秘书来接我，她…她的穿着衣服都是特供商店里那种进口衣物。”
“你是说她穿的衣服像个资产阶级？”
“差不多，我能感觉到如果我们正常工作的工资是永远无法购买她脖子上的珍珠项链还有手上的玉手镯。”
“你今天要走吗？”
“是的。我收拾东西的时候准备好。”
“真的吗？你要和总书记一起去吗？”
“是的。”
“你知道这是怎么回事吗？”
玛吉把自己的衣服与乐器放进箱里说：“我做了交易，出卖了一些东西又得到一些东西。”“你打算给他什么？”阿格拉菲娜问：“除了你自己。”
“我不会给他任何东西。我要确保他……”
“什么？他拥有他所需要的一切？”
“不，他很快乐。”
“你怎么知道你能做到？是什么让你认为你能满足他的一切需要？”
玛吉叹了口气，“我不知道。”
“但你得试试，因为你要为他工作。”
“我猜，”玛吉说，“你问这么多做什么？”
“一切。”
“嗯，我想这就是你讨价还价得到的免费交易。”玛吉说着，拿出盒子，关上了。
“我的生活。我需要离开这个宿舍。我欠很多人很多钱。”
“好吧，让我们看看我能为你买套公寓做些什么。”玛吉搂住阿格拉菲娜，拥抱她说：“再见。”
“不，让我跟你一起去看看吧。”阿格拉菲娜抓着玛吉的手恳求说。
“别这样，我最好一个人去。我不会有危险的。”
“但是……”
“再见。”玛吉转身说。
“等等……”阿格拉菲娜抓住玛吉的手臂。
“求你了，我求你了。”玛吉看着她的手，说：“再见。”
“别走！”
“我必须这么做。”玛吉盯着阿格拉菲娜的眼睛说。
“我能猜到你做了什么，你必须能让我去！”阿格拉菲娜加重语气说。
“不是那样的。”
“那是什么样子的？”阿格拉菲娜问道。
“你可以选择。你要么原谅我，要么我再也不和你说话。你自己选择吧。”
“我会原谅与支持你，但你必须带我去看他。”玛吉点点头，知道她不能带阿格拉菲娜去见他。
“好的，我会安排一切的，但你必须保证到时候放我走。”
“我保证。”
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特供商店最初是斯大林时期的产物，唯一可以在苏联合法消费外汇的地方。起初，只有苏联特权阶层才能在外币商店购物，例如外交官、军事专家和运动员。
1965年勃列日涅夫上台开始，苏联普通民众也被允许将手中的外币兑换成等值的特供商店购物券前往购物。但是，普通民众很少拥有外币与外汇，而黑市中的特供商店商品又要高出三～五倍。
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听完叙述的罗曼诺夫又询问说：“你们两个没有再向其他人泄露吧？”跟在他后面的玛吉与阿格拉菲娜点点头。
“很好。那么，你们两个可以走了。”
“但是……”
“但是？我能相信一个连自己舌头都管不了的人吗？”罗曼诺夫盯着商店内的首饰看说，“会有下一次吗？”
“我不知道。”
“那就走吧，我明白了。”罗曼诺夫抬头看着天花板，“不要再有秘密，不要再有谎言，要有自由。”
“别这样，我会保证不再泄露的。”玛吉恳求说，阿格拉菲娜站在旁边保持沉默。
“这是你的选择，但要知道：你为了得到你想要的东西而撒谎越多，你的谎言就越有可能被揭穿。自由是唯一的真理。记住这一点。”罗曼诺夫看回商品说：“没有下一次，现在看看商品，我会买下给你们想要的。”
女仆将各种珠宝交给罗曼诺夫，罗曼诺夫检查。
“你觉得怎么样？”罗曼诺夫问道。
“它们很可爱，”阿格拉菲娜说。
“但价格也很贵，”玛吉盯着价格咽了下喉咙说，“我至少需要工作好几年。”
罗曼诺夫笑了笑说：“但我只需要几天，而且是合法手段下。”
“但是……”玛吉开始说。
“我可以马上给你钱。你的工作是管理这家商店，珠宝一售出，你就会得到全额报酬。我保证。”罗曼诺夫挑选一件钻石项链给玛吉戴上说：“你只要保持美丽，你感觉怎么样？”
“很好，谢谢。”玛吉低头看着手中的项链说：“多少钱？”
“50000卢布，加上费用。”
“太……太多了。”
“我会支付的，我的女孩。”罗曼诺夫盯着玛吉的胸说，“你有玲珑的……乳房。”玛吉睁大了眼睛，脸红了。
“太多了，50，000。我可以用它得到更多…”她开始说。
“不，很好。这是一条可爱的项链。”
“但是太多了。”
“它很漂亮，穿在你身上会很好看。”
“但是……”
“好了，你以后会得到更多的钱与礼物，只要你记住你是为了我而存在的。”玛吉笑了。
“谢谢你，总书记。我现在可以走了吗？”
“当然可以。别在这个房间外这么叫我。明白吗？”玛吉点点头。
“你需要多少钱？”罗曼诺夫问道。
玛吉想了一会儿。“500卢布，加上费用。”
罗曼诺夫笑了。“走吧。”
玛吉离开房间，阿格拉菲娜问罗曼诺夫：“总书记，你会送我什么礼物？”
“要穿的东西。”
“什么？”
阿格拉菲娜笑了。“跟我来。”她把罗曼诺夫带到一个房间，给他看了一件漂亮的红色连衣裙。
“我做的。请试穿一下。”
“你能把它给我吗？”阿格拉芬娜盯着地板问道。
“当然，”罗曼诺夫说。“去换衣间，我帮你脱衣服。”
“这……真可爱。”
“你喜欢吗？”
“是的，我知道。”
“那它就是你的了。”
“你是什么意思？”
阿格拉菲娜笑了。“到更衣室去。”她看着罗曼诺夫走进房间。他看着阿格拉菲娜脱下她的上衣、裙子和鞋子。
“你的身材与金发很美，就是你有点矮小。”罗曼诺夫开始解开外衣说：“我想要你。”
“是的……”
“我要把你当作礼物，把你当作玩具。你将成为我的女人，我的财产。你明白吗？”
“我……是的。”“我就知道，跪下舔我的阴茎。”
阿格拉菲娜照他说的做了。罗曼诺夫拉开裤子的拉链，走进了她的房间。他开始移动臀部，插入她的身体。
“是的，就是这样。”
“再用力一点……好吗？”
“你想要什么？”
“我要你让我成为你的情人。”阿格拉菲娜凝视着他的眼睛说。她的眼睛明亮。
“是的……”罗曼诺夫说。“跟我做爱。”
“我会的。”
他慢慢地走进她，感觉到她的紧张。他开始移动臀部，进进出出。
“我不会做慈善，也不需要一个对我没用的女孩当我的宠物。”阿格拉菲娜说：“我不是你的宠物。我是你的爱人。我会让你感觉良好，值得你付出我的一切。”
“为什么？我拥有专制君主一样的权力，你只是一个普通出身的年轻女孩。你就像一只小母猫对我没有价值。”罗曼诺夫向她嘴里吐了一口唾沫说。“我是一个伟大的领导者，也是一个好人。这就是为什么我被选为领导者。你要照我说的去做，否则你会像脚下的蚂蚁一样被压垮。”
“你想干什么我就干什么。”
“我要你再和我做爱。”
“是的。”
“我要你吮吸我的公鸡。我要你把我的公鸡当缰绳戴着。我要你把你的生命给我。把你的贞操给我。”罗曼诺夫低吼着说，“发出对我顺良的声音！”
“是的……我……顺良。”阿格拉菲娜说。
他抓住她的手，把它放到他的阴茎上。“张开。”他强迫她张开嘴，把自己的男子汉气概压了进去。他开始动了起来，插入她的嘴里。“糟透了。”他命令道。
阿格拉菲娜开始吮吸，她持续吮吸了几分钟。“再来一点？”她恳求道。
“我要你吞下我的精液。”他猛地一推臀部，身子伸进了她的喉咙。他开始移动臀部，把她拉了进去。
“是的……”阿格拉菲娜说。他们持续了几分钟，直到感觉开始消退。“好吗？”罗曼诺夫问道。
“是的。”
“很好。”他从她喉咙里抽出来，说，“我感觉很好，你会是一只好母狗。”
“谢谢你。”阿格拉菲娜站着，穿好衣服，准备出发。她看着罗曼诺夫。“你很强壮，是个好领导。我服从你。现在……我们走吧。”
两人穿好衣服回到特供商店，罗曼诺夫买下阿格拉菲娜挑选了几件首饰，女服务员注意到了阿格拉菲娜嘴边的精液。“那是什么？”她问。
“这是我……感激的象征。”罗曼诺夫咧嘴一笑，“阿格拉菲娜可以走了。”
“真恶心。”她说，厌恶地看着别处。
“她咽了下去，”罗曼诺夫说。
“是的，但还是……不自然。”女服务员抬头看着他。“你为什么让她那样做？”
“没有什么，只是我想那样做。”罗曼诺夫拿起一枚钻石胸针问：“你很有趣，敢问这些事情。你叫什么名字？”
“费奥多西娅。”
“费奥多西娅。多漂亮的名字。”罗曼诺夫微笑地说：“你今天没有看到我旁边这位女士和我在一起，这枚钻石胸针我认为佩戴在你胸前会很好看。”
“我明白了。”她考虑了他的提议，说。
“你不想知道我还能为你做些什么吗？”他问。
“也许吧。你能做什么？”
“好吧，我可以让你变得漂亮，让你变得富有，让你的生活充满爱和激情。这就是你想要的吗？”
费奥多西娅想了一会儿，说：“是的。”
“那就到我这儿来。”
“那么你可以像背叛阿格拉菲娜那样背叛我？”
“这不是背叛，阿格拉菲娜你可以走了，我要跟费奥多西娅谈谈。”罗曼诺夫吻了阿格拉菲娜的脸说：“明天再来这里，我会再送你一件手镯。”
“是的。”阿格拉菲娜低下头，带着微笑离开了。他看着费奥多西娅说：“她不会背叛你的。她是个傻瓜。明天，来找我。”
“为什么？”费奥多西娅问道。
“因为这枚钻石胸针很贵。”罗曼诺夫把钻石胸针扣在她胸前笑着说：“我想问几个问题，你的工资是多少？”
“150卢布。”
“我会给你500卢布给我做点小服务。然后你就可以走了。”
“什么样的服务？”
“每周把你工作与生活的一切告诉我，我会每周支付。”他欣赏着费奥多西娅的脸说，“你觉得呢？”
“危险吗？”她问。
“一点也不。这将是你的固定工资。”他笑着说：“同意吗？”
“我没有理由拒绝你。”她微笑着拿起钱包。
罗曼诺夫点点头说：“我喜欢聪明的人，我问你，你日常用品怎么样？说实话？”
“我一无所有。我的现金快用完了，但我有一点定量配给的食物。”费奥多西娅抱怨说：“国营商店买不到任何质量好的东西，服务态度也差！他们居然叫我滚去黑市买东西！但是，黑市价格是商店的至少2倍！”她交叉双臂说：“我讨厌那种生活。”
“我可以给你更多的钱，如果那能让你快乐的话。”罗曼诺夫又说：“你愿意陪一位老人去克里姆林宫餐厅吃饭吗？”
“我想那会让我高兴的。现在几点了？”
“八点一刻。”
“太好了，我会去的。”
“再见。”他挥手离开了。
费奥多西娅盯着他说：“多有趣的人啊。”她看回他赠送的钻石胸针价格说：“如果我靠自己工作得需要多久？”
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克里姆林宫餐厅：
这是一个富人的地方，那里的男女服务员都戴着精致的白色头饰，穿着精美的衣服，提供昂贵的食物。桌子上摆着精美的瓷器和抛光的银器，每一张桌子上都点着蜡烛。
罗曼诺夫独自坐在桌子旁，看起来很无聊。角落里有一个弦乐四重奏，演奏老式音乐。这是一个足够好的环境，但罗曼诺夫看起来像他想去其他任何地方。他看着手表说，“幸亏你来了，我正要派人来接你。费奥多西娅小姐。”费奥多西娅，一个丰满的女人，胸脯很大，走到桌边。她穿着一件细长的长袍，头发向后梳成一个发髻。她低下头，坐在罗曼诺夫对面，罗曼诺夫说：“请坐，我正为你保留这个座位。”
“你真好！”她说。“我很高兴你决定和我一起吃晚饭。”
“我有很多重要的工作要做，所以我只能花一点时间和你在一起。”他问道，“不介意这里只有我与你用餐吧？”
“一点也不。只是我现在现金有点短缺，所以我想知道你能不能用支票支付这顿晚餐？”
“不要担心，你只需让自己享受今晚。”罗曼诺夫点了下红酒然后看菜单，费奥多西娅犹豫着说：“我可以打包吗？”
“什么？”
“我的意思是，我能自己带食物吗？我不能在最好的餐馆吃饭，但我能吃得起一顿丰盛的晚餐。”
“你的意思是把剩菜打包带回家？”罗曼诺夫愣了一下才问，然后继续看菜单。他沉默了很长一段时间，然后问道：“我能相信你不会谈论我们的晚餐吗？”
“当然。”
“很好。”他回头看了看菜单说，“我选牛排与日本豆腐，你想要什么菜？”
“你以前没有来过这种餐厅吗？你穿的长袍其实很…怪。”
“我不知道……”费奥多西娅说。“你喜欢什么？”
“一切听起来都很美味。”
罗曼诺夫点了菜，问道：“你以前没去过这样的餐厅吗？你穿的长袍其实很……奇怪。”
“哦，是的……我想我还没有告诉你我的故事。”她犹豫了一下说，“我出生在乡村，我的父母相对来说比较穷，但他们想让他们的孩子得到最好的，所以他们把我们送到一所私立学校。\"
“我明白了。”罗曼诺夫看着她。“我幼年也出生在一个农民家庭，本来是学习工程师专业后来却参加了卫国战争，战争后我一步步才当上总书记。你的出身并不可耻，你父母从事什么？”
“我父亲是个屠夫，但我们总是吃得饱。我们没有上私立学校，我上的是公立学校。”
“哦，我明白了。你学的是什么？”
“通常的科目。我数学很好。”费奥多西娅停顿了下。“我父母想让我当医生或律师，但我没有成功之后依靠亲戚朋友才当克里姆林宫的服务员。你不会嘲笑我吧？”
“不会，你生活并不好，大部分人都是这样。”罗曼诺夫盯着她的长袍问：“这件长袍是你最好的衣服吗？”
“没有，但这是我仅有的一个。”
罗曼诺夫看起来想再说点什么，但他只是问：“你准备好点菜了吗？”
“是的。这里的厨师做了一道很好的意大利饭，我想我要那道。”
罗曼诺夫点点头。“我要牛排，中等熟，再加上所有的配料。”
费奥多西娅下了命令。她等着食物，然后说：“跟我说说你自己吧。”
“没什么好说的。我出生在一个小镇，通过努力在党的队伍中晋升，我得到了这份工作。仅此而已。”罗曼诺夫想了想又说：“跟我说说你的童年。”
“我的童年很无聊。我想我的家庭很无聊。我父亲是个酒鬼，我母亲是个家庭主妇。因为他的工作，我们不得不经常搬家。这就是我最终来到这座城市的原因。\"
“你小时候到处走动一定让你很开心。”
“不太可能。我从来不知道会发生什么。我小的时候，我们搬到了西伯利亚。起初很有趣，但过了一会儿就变得无聊了。我想回到城市。\"
“你想快乐吗？”
“你可以这么说。”
接下来的一个小时里，他们聊了很多话题，罗曼诺夫吃完了整个牛排，又点了一份。食物到了，他满嘴盯着它。
“你一个月最多能有多少开销与收入？”罗曼诺夫切下牛排问，“我想知道你的处境。”
“很难说。这取决于你的开销和你在做什么。我想你心里一定有一个数字吧？”
“是的，是的，我知道。”罗曼诺夫放下刀叉说：“不如，你猜下我有多少财产？”
“好吧。”她环顾四周，然后说：“大约500卢布。”
罗曼诺夫点点头。“我每月的收入约为1500卢布。你认为我的开支是多少？”
“哦，大约1000卢布？”
“好吧。我的日常开支是我收入的25%，所以这就…”罗曼诺夫若有所思地看着他的牛排。“你真的相信吗？”
“这是一个简单的是或不是的问题。”
罗曼诺夫露出一个意味深长的笑容说：“三千万美元。”
“我认为这是不可能的。”
“想想什么是可能的？”
“让你赚那么多钱。”
“为什么不可能？”罗曼诺夫握着她的手说：“当你有权力与人脉关系就可以，我问你，单凭费奥多西娅你自己让你的子女摆脱贫穷吗？”
“但你没看到……”她轻声说，“你有……”
“我有你想要的，你是当一个连晚餐都要打包的服务员，还是一位随手就能买下一间珠宝店的显贵者？”罗曼诺夫微笑地说：“现在，只有我们。你自己决定。”
费奥多西娅皱起眉头，低头看着她的食物，然后抬头看着他。
“你认为我愚蠢吗？”她问。
“不，我认为你性感迷人。所以，我要你得到礼物与财富，站到我的床上。当然，你不愿也可以。你可以回归到一个月为了150卢布工作的环境，最后找一个年轻工人当丈夫与他的家庭主妇。”罗曼诺夫平静地说：“最后为了几百卢布省吃俭用，直到变成老太婆。”
“我不上你的床，”她咆哮着站了起来。
“不，那就把这张账单当作我的服务，我的床，我的规则。”
“我不打算……”
“或者你可以回到你那无聊的生活，我会回到我的生活。”罗曼诺夫示意说。
“同志，你最好规矩点，否则我就得逮捕你。”
罗曼诺夫笑着说：“我想你很难做到这一点。而且我是给你选择，就像我之前赠送给你的钻石胸针一样，接受与拒绝由你决定，奢华还是贫穷？”
“贫穷，”费奥多西娅说，看上去很痛苦。
“很好。你是个叛逆者。我喜欢叛逆者。”
“但是……”
“你自己选择的贫穷与尊严，继续吃饭，之后我不会再邀请你与赠送礼物。”罗曼诺夫装作若无其事的说：“除非，你同意奢华与当我的女孩。”
他向她伸出手来。
费奥多西娅低头看着她的食物。她考虑了自己的选择。
她可以离开，也可以留下来忍受罗曼诺夫对她的所作所为。
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罗曼诺夫一直在等待她做出决定。他站起来，看着她，说：“亲爱的，会是什么？”
“我不是……”她看着自己的食物，咽了下去，然后抬头看着他。
“不要想那些痛苦的工作与债务，想想钻石胸针与钱，你同意的话就可以得到更多。”“会是什么，亲爱的？”
“奢侈品。我想要奢侈品。我从中得到的比……多得多。”费奥多西娅深吸了一口气，说：“做你的爱人。”
“这是奢侈品，”罗曼诺夫说，为她掏出一个小盒子。“既然你接受了我的提议，我相信你一定有什么事想问我。”
“是的，”费奥多西娅说。
“那就去问吧。”
“你是怎么拿到钱的？”她问。
“我接管了列宁格勒银行，所以我们结束后，这笔钱将记入我的账户。”罗曼诺夫说。“我也有一些股票，而且一些部门领导人的妻子也会给我家人送礼物。打开你的小盒子。”
费奥多西娅打开一个红色的小天鹅绒盒子，喘着粗气。她举起一枚小祖母绿戒指。
“即使对你来说，这也太多了。你需要多少钱？”她问。
“我不需要那么多。但是如果你愿意，我可以得到更多。10000卢布听起来怎么样？”
“听起来，”费奥多西娅犹豫不决。“我不知道你怎么能得到这么多。”
“你只需要享受这一切，坐到我腿上让我看看你戴上戒指的样子。”罗曼诺夫拍了拍大腿说。
“谢谢你。”
“不要表现得像只害羞的小老鼠。”他抓住她的手，把戒指戴在她的手指上。“高兴吗？”
“非常好。”
“好。现在去坐在我的腿上，让我们玩得开心。”
费奥多西娅按照命令做了。她坐下来，用双臂搂住他的腰。
罗曼诺夫抚摸着费奥多西娅的脸。
“你的皮肤太柔软了。你的头发太短了，真可惜。”他抚摸她的头发。“你知道，我想我喜欢你的短发。”他把她的头发向后梳了梳。“你觉得呢，你会介意把它种出来吗？”
费奥多西娅的脸色变了。“我...我很抱歉。我不是有意冒犯你的。”
“别客气。我认为这是一种非常漂亮的款式。它很适合你。”罗曼诺夫看着自己的膝盖。“你有男朋友吗？”
“不。”
“那很好，拉开我裤子的拉链吻我的阴茎。”费奥多西娅拉开拉链，解开裤子上的纽扣。然后她把它们拉下来。罗曼诺夫坐起来笑了。“你很漂亮，是一个真正漂亮的女人。”他把手放在她裸露的屁股上。“我要你和我做爱。”他挤了挤。“我非常想要你。”
费奥多西娅笑了笑，爬上了他的膝盖。她跨坐在他的腿上，低下臀部。她跨坐在他的腿上，面对着他。她把自己放在他的勃起上，引导它进入她炎热、潮湿、紧绷的中心。
“是的，就是这样，”罗曼诺夫说。“我要吸你的奶子。”他把手放在她的小乳房周围，开始挤压它们。“你真漂亮，我想把你舔个遍。”
“是的。”
罗曼诺夫把她拉得更近了。他把她的右胸放进嘴里，开始吮吸。他靠近她的另一个乳房，开始吮吸。
“啊，是的，宝贝。就像那样。”他吸得越来越厉害。
“是的，是的。”她把下巴垂到他的肩上。她呻吟着，摇晃着臀部。她抚摸着他的背，扯着他的头发。
“你喜欢这个吗？”罗曼诺夫问道。
“非常喜欢。”她咬着嘴唇。“你会……”她叹了口气。“你能为我做点特别的事吗？”“什么都行。”
“你…你…你会和我做爱吗？”
“妈的，我希望我能。”他把她抱起来，深深地吻了吻。
“嗯。”他把嘴唇移到她的耳边。“我非常想要你。”
她呻吟着。
“费奥多西亚，你不想要我吗？”
她微笑着摇摇头。“我更想要你。”
“乖女孩。现在，把你的腿放在我周围，骑着我。”
她收紧双腿，引导他勃起。
“是的，骑我。”
她把额头垂到他的额头上，呻吟着。
他摇晃着臀部，把她长长的吻引向他的身体。
“乖女孩，骑我。”
她发出一声长长的低沉的呻吟。
“来找我，我的爱人。”
她骑着他，把他拉得越来越深，直到接近高潮。在费奥多西娅的呻吟声中，他抬头盯着餐厅墙壁上油画里看到一幅美丽的幻影图像，他变成身穿修士的外袍左手拿着圣经与可兰经，右手拿着十字架、六芒星、佛珠、法拉瓦哈、生命十字的样子，而费奥多西娅是一个性感的修女，赤裸着身体，但系着紧身胸衣，跪在他的左边。
“我……我来了，”她说，气喘吁吁地骑着他。他目不转睛地看着一个向全世界传递好消息的人。他从她身上下来，把她抱在胸前。“亲爱的，你感觉真好。”他吻了她。“我爱你，你知道。”
“我也爱你，”她说。
罗曼诺夫擦了擦汗指着墙壁上油画说：“那幅油画你看到了吗？”
“一个拿着圣经和古兰经的僧侣，一个修女……一个幻象？”
“这幅画的标题？这幅画的标题是‘最后的晚餐’。”
“那幅画？”
“你听到了吗？最后的晚餐。这就是我想象的这一刻的样子。我看到修士和修女是我和你。我一定有某种幻觉。”他朝她微笑。“嗯，我们不是为世界带来和平的一对。”
“你在说什么？”
“没什么，我只是想到了一些困扰我事情的答案。”他起身又看了看那幅油画说：“宗教…可以利用并维护阶级统治，意识形态也可以曲解成那样。”
“什么？”
“穷人和受压迫者的宗教可以用来维持现状。富人的宗教可以用来为偷窃、战争和压迫辩护。”他看着她。“你需要明白，阶级统治不是一个抽象的概念。它是以权力的形式形成的，权力可以用来获取利益或控制。”
“你是说写《圣经》和《古兰经》的人用基督和穆罕默德的教义为曾经受他们摆布的人民的压迫辩护？”
“不完全是。”他满意于她的回答又解释说：“最初创始人肯定不是压迫辩护，基督和穆罕默德最初创造教义时肯定看到了被压迫的人民而反对犹太教与多神教贵族，否则他们就不会反抗这些压迫。但与悉达多一样的是，无论他们本意如何，最后他们的主张都被统治阶级利用并被不同国家修改经典来为自己的压迫辩护与洗脑。”
“你认为这是对基督和先知所做的事情的公正评估吗？”
“我不认为他们是邪恶的，但他们创建的宗教会被人利用。而且他们的主张会过时，就像马克思与列宁一样。马克思看到了19世纪工人在资本主义国家进行原始资本积累时被残酷剥削的惨状而主张社会主义，但最终马克思的主张怎么样了呢？”罗曼诺夫拿起纸巾帮她擦拭身体说：“我希望你不要因为我思考与讨论这些而生气。”
“当然不是，”她说。“我认为重要的是我们……”
“我们自己的生活？”
“是的，我们自己的生活，”她低声说，“还有我们所爱的人的生活。”
“那就别那么快就放弃它。”他吻了吻她的前额。“我有事情会交给你的，你如果愿意的话，我可以让你管理一下股票。”
“谢谢，但我不是这个意思。”她站起来，再次面对那幅画。“你刚才说了一些我不太明白的话。那幅画……”
“是吗？”
“这是一个幻象。”
“当然是，”他说。“这是我们的幻象。”
“我不知道那是什么意思。”
“你很快就会知道的。”他拿起红酒说：“你愿意帮我经营股票的话，和我一起喝了这杯酒？”
“我很乐意帮助你，但这涉及到什么？”
“这包括喝醉。”
她微笑着叹了口气。“是的，我会帮助你的。”
他倒了酒，递给她。“为了我们的生存。”
他们喝酒。
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Tregubova crossed the hallway, her heels clicking on the corridor. She clenches and unclenches her fists, her breathing rapid and shallow. She can feel the bile burning its way up her throat, but she wills herself to remain calm and collected.
At the end of the hallway, she sees him.
\"He must be able to see something.\"
She takes a step towards him. He hears her and turns around. They were both silent for a moment.
\"What is it?\" Tregubova finally asked.
\"Irish tap dance, don\u0027t you think those Soviet choir girls dance it well? Both Slavic and Asian girls.\" Romanov put his finger down and said that in the center of the hall was the Soviet Girls\u0027 Choir performing Irish Tap.
\"Really? That\u0027s... unsettling.\"
\"Unsettling? Perhaps, but I rather think it\u0027s fascinating.\" Romanov turns his attention back to the tap dance. \"And, to be truthful, I was rather hoping you\u0027d be here for a different reason entirely.\"
Tregubova stares at the dance. The choir continues to tap dance in a circle, the lead soprano young and rather plump, her legs rather short and her arms rather long. The tap dancer is only half-nodding in time with the music.
\"Don\u0027t you think it\u0027s strange that they\u0027re dancing that instead of the national anthem?\" Tregubova asked. \"No, they should dance sexy and artistically beautiful.\" Romanov shook his head again and instructed Tregubova to sit next to him.
\"It\u0027s nothing personal. It\u0027s simply that the song has a deeper meaning than you know. The entire performance is a metaphor.\"
\"A metaphor for what?\" \"I ask you, what can I do further when I can get these girls to tap dance instead of singing Katyusha?\" Romanov said suggestively, staring at her. He had a flirty, yet sly look to his eyes. Tregubova averted her gaze.
\"I see.\" \"Power leads to corruption and decay, what if I had a ballerina or a stewardess replace you?\"
\"How could you...?\" Tregubova says, but Romanov holds his hand up silencing her.
\"I wouldn\u0027t. It\u0027s impossible. Besides, I have no interest in corruption. You\u0027re incorruptible.\" Tregubova blushes and turns her attention to the dancing girls. \"I see. They\u0027re merely a... metaphor, then.\"
\"Exactly.\"
\"And how exactly does one become incorruptible?\" Tregubova asked. \"Do you have a potion or something?\" \"As I said it\u0027s a metaphor, what do you think you represent in this metaphor for the Soviet Union? And what do the dancing girls represent? And what do I represent? What is it that determines you?\"
\"I don\u0027t know anything about metaphysics... but if I were you, I would concentrate on the ballerinas. They\u0027re young and beautiful. You could try to corrupt them... or something.\" Romanov shook his head and said, \"Think carefully, don\u0027t see things from your personal point of view for a while, and then answer me.\"
\"I don\u0027t understand,\" Tregubova said, confused.
\"Let me put it more bluntly, what is it that determines whether you are clean or not? What is it that you won\u0027t be caught and convicted in prison?\"
Tregubova had no answer. She didn\u0027t want to admit that she was corruptible, that she would be controlled by others, that her entire future was out of her hands.
\"I think you understand that some things are not whether you do them or not, but whether you have value. For example, Fultseva, without Khrushchev she is nothing.\" Romanov finished staring at her and fell silent. Tregubova stared at her lap. She knew where this discussion was going and she didn\u0027t like it. \"In this hall, we are all controlled. Only the controllers are different. My controller has no way of defeating it, it can give up on you and let you die for some reason like corruption, and then replace the young girls who are dancing and end the show on their stockings.\"
\"That\u0027s a rather brutal analysis.\"
\"But an accurate one,\" Romanov answered. \"So, what will you do? Will you be controlled and perish in the same way as all the others here?\"
\"No...\" Tregubova said.
\"Therefore, you are incorruptible.\" Romanov held up his hand to silence her protests. \"As long as I believe, you are! But if you lose my trust or if I fail?\"
\"Then?\" Tregubova asked, still shocked that he would make such a threat against her.
\"Then, you will be crushed like a bug.\" He made a crushing gesture with his hand. \"Like all the others here.\"
The threat hung over Tregubova, but it was a performance. She wasn\u0027t afraid. She could play this game all night.
\"So, what will you do?\" Romanov asked again.
Tregubova thought about the question. She stared at the man, and tried to think of something to gain his trust. To her surprise, she remembered what he\u0027d said earlier and decided to use it on him.
\"I\u0027ll... become a better leader,\" she said, remembering his words.
Romanov\u0027s eyes widened. \"I hope so, you understand what happens when you fail.\" He added with a warning that she needed to answer.
\"What happens when I fail?\" \"Why do you think the Soviet Politburo shot Brezhnev\u0027s daughter? Was it just for those jewels she was smuggling and selling?\" He asked rhetorically, running his hand over her lips to stop her from speaking. \"They killed her just like they killed her father. They kill you... if you fail. You understand the rules, don\u0027t you?\" She nodded. \"Very well, you understand that if I fail, those who have turned a blind eye to your bribery in the past will get you killed, that is, your true integrity can be faked. If I continue to rule only if you live, now, tell me what you are?\" He asked, releasing his hand.
Tregubova stared at the hand and thought of how to answer.
\"I... am loyal.\"
\"You\u0027re loyal, will still be a good mother, and are my dog.\"
\"What?\"
\"I have a weakness for those who are loyal,\" Romanov answered. \"Tell me more.\"
\"Well, you... you\u0027re very fond of me, right?\" she asked.
\"Certainly, I\u0027ll continue to rule with you by my side,\" he answered.
\"Good, good. You\u0027re very... handsome. I mean, you look like a good leader, I\u0027m sure... I mean, you\u0027re not really old or anything, but...\" \"I understand, you\u0027re worried that I\u0027m too old?\"
Tregubova nodded.
\"As long as you are loyal, you need not be afraid. I shall be young and strong for the foreseeable future.\"
\"Well, I guess you\u0027re good then.\" Tregubova smiled, relieved.
\"Tell me, how do you think this performance is going?\"
\"I think... it\u0027s going well.\" \"Me too, I want to adopt you as an adopted daughter.\"
Tregubova smiled and batted her lashes.
\"I\u0027m flattered. Perhaps we should take things slow.\" \"Yes, no one else knows about the baby, right?\" He asked, stroking the small of her back.
\"Correct,\" she said.
He leaned in for a quick, passionate, and unexplained kissing. She felt his cheek against her face,
\"My fear?\"
\"Fear of being controlled, and fear of failure.\" He said, releasing her. \"Fear of everything, but most of all, fear of yourself.\"
\"I\u0027m not afraid of anything,\" she lied. \"Yeah? What did you think of that Asian girl who was dancing? She\u0027s probably from Siberia.\" Romanov stared at the dancing girls and said, \"Take her to my bedroom.\" Tregubova looked at the dancers, most of them wearing low-cut and very little clothing, and said, \"I don\u0027t think I could take a Siberian, let alone a Russian.\" \"Because you\u0027re jealous or afraid of being replaced?\" He asked, with a smirk.
\"I\u0027m not afraid of anything, and I\u0027m certainly not jealous.\" She answered indignantly.
\"Then take the Siberian girl to my bedroom.\" She said, dismissing her.
\"Very well. I believe that\u0027s enough entertainment for one evening.\" He said dismissively.
\"Yes, Papa... I\u0027m sorry...\"
After the dance broke up, Tregubova led the Siberian girl down the hallway to her bedroom.
\"What\u0027s your name?\" Tregubova asked, disgusted.
\"Maggie.\"
\"I\u0027m Tregubova.\" She said, shaking Maggie\u0027s hand.
\"Romanov will be your new step-father.\" He said, closing the door to her bedroom.
She stared at him, her eyes wide in shock. He walked over to her, put his arms around her, and kissed her. \"Relax, Marge, how old are you? Are you in the Komsomol?\" He asked, while Tregubova went to lock the bedroom door.
Maggie pushed him away. \"I\u0027m 15, you pig farmer!\" She shouted, indignant.
\"So? Love can flourish in the most unlikely places. Napoleon loved Josephine, the dancing girl. I\u0027ve always found that those who are most in love often are the ones who are apart the most.\" He got up angrily and said that Tregubova said to Maggie: \"What are you doing?! He\u0027s the general secretary!\"
Maggie stared at him, unsure what to say.
\"What are you doing? I\u0027ve never seen you act this way before. You\u0027re a member of the party! Remember what that means?\"
\"I remember.\" Maggie said, sullenly.
\"You\u0027re behaving like a little girl.\"
\"I\u0027m not a little girl!\" Maggie said, stepping back. Tregubova said soothingly, \"He just came to ask if you would accept an adoptive father? Relax.\" Romanov slowly approached and said, \"You should obey the organization.\" Maggie looked at him, her eyes wide in fear. He put a hand on her shoulder and said, \"I\u0027ll explain everything in the morning. Why don\u0027t you get some sleep?\" Maggie sulked, and said, \"I need to go to the bathroom.\" Tregubova opened the door and said, \"Of course. I\u0027ll escort her to the bathroom.\" Romanov rolled his eyes. \"I\u0027ve got important work to do. I don\u0027t need to be looking after a primping chamber.\" Maggie walked out, still sullen. Tregubova closed the door.
Romanov leaned against the wall, thinking. He was certain that he would be able to manipulate Maggie into submission.
In the washroom, Tregubova watched Maggie closely, making sure she didn\u0027t try to run away. She stared at the pretty Brunette, dressed in a low-cut top and short shorts, and said, \"Little girl, you know what he wants, you\u0027re just a regular commie girl.\" Maggie stared at her, angry at the insult. \"You think I just fell off a truck? You think I\u0027m some trashy street girl? You think I\u0027m ugly?\" Maggie asked, her voice rising. \"I don\u0027t think so, I\u0027m just worried that you\u0027ll be irrational and disobedient and defy him and continue to curse him like you did before. You understand that he can help you climb the ivory tower also to let you die here, no police will care.\" Maggie stared at Tregubova, eyes wide, her fists clenched. She said, her voice calm. Maggie stared at her evenly. Tregubova said, \"If you want to continue your education, then it\u0027s best to comply.\" Maggie\u0027s look softened. Maggie nodded. \"Okay.\" Tregubova smiled. \"Good girl. Now, go clean yourself up and get some sleep.\"
Maggie nodded, walked into the washroom, and began to clean herself.
---
Maggie stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes were bright, her cheeks dimpling, her mouth a tiny bit pursed. Her black hair was mussed. She pouted and said, \"I wish I had a few more freckles.\" She sighed. \"My life is so unfair.\"
\"Don\u0027t complain. I\u0027m sure you\u0027ve got lots of freckles in your dreams.\"
\"I guess.\" Maggie said, still pouting. \"Now go to bed and let Romanov him feel your body.\" Tregubova urged. Maggie nodded, walked over to her dorm, and began to undress. She took off her shorts and blouse and walked over to the bed and climbed in. She stared at the ceiling and said, \"I wonder what he\u0027ll do.\" Tregubova smiled. \"He\u0027ll have to do something. Otherwise, he won\u0027t be able to justify all of the time and money he puts into you.\" Maggie nodded. Romanov reached over from under the covers and said, \"You\u0027re a perfect example of a happy, well-adjusted communist, come here Marge and kiss me old man.\"
\"Now come and sit on me, do you have a boyfriend?\"
Maggie shook her head, staring at the ground. \"I don\u0027t know.\" Romanov smiled. \"I\u0027ll let you decide. Now come here.\" Maggie crawled over to Romanov and he wrapped his arms around her. She buried her face in his shoulder and said, \"Y-Yes.\"
\"Good girl.\" Romanov kissed Maggie and said, \"I will adopt you and teach you that you are my adopted daughter and lover, or pet.\"
\"I\u0027d prefer to be your pet.\" Maggie said, her voice turning demure. Romanov smiled.
\"Maybe you are. You will be, if you obey me.\" Maggie\u0027s body stiffened and nodded, and Tregubova asked unhappily, \"That\u0027s your metaphor?\"
\"I\u0027m not his lapdog, if that\u0027s what you\u0027re getting at.\" Maggie said, her voice turning cold.
\"Okay, then, let\u0027s go to bed.\" Tregubova yawned, climbed in beside Romanov, and began to kiss him.
---
Maggie crawled out of bed and glanced at the clock. It was 5:30. Maggie yawned, stretched, and said, \"I\u0027m going to get some more firewood.\"
\"Okay.\"
Maggie walked over to the fireplace, grabbed some kind of wooden stick, and began to stir the burning embers. She stirred and patted the ashes, then moved to grab more wood. Staring at her back, Romanov said to Tregubova, \"She\u0027s sexy, she\u0027s a kind of future. You and she are both my pets, like socialism and capitalism are to bureaucrats.\"
Tregubova sighed, her hands resting on her belly. \"I\u0027m a little sick of being your pet. It\u0027s a nice change from the dull normalcy we\u0027ve had the last few years.\" \"It will be more satisfying when you can get money and power from me, and tomorrow contact the Leningrad Bank with the Leningrad Academy of Sciences to transfer some account rubles to your shadow account.\" Romanov held out his hand and added, \"Give me the red wine on the counter.\" Tregubova handed Romanov the bottle of wine. He took a sip, then smiled. \"Yes, like that.\" He gestured to Maggie. \"Your little friend can join us for dinner.\" Maggie stared, then got up and began to clear the plates, cups, and utensils from the table. Tregubova looked over at Maggie and asked, \"What are you going to do with her?\"
\"I don\u0027t know. She\u0027s the pet, I\u0027m the pet owner.\"
\"Well, can\u0027t you see her as a potential lover, companion, or even mother?\"
\"No, she\u0027s not worthy of that, Marge come over here and kneel before me.\" Romanov said. Maggie walked over to Tregubova and Romanov. \"Kneel.\" Maggie stared.
\"Now.\"
Maggie slowly knelt and stared up at Romanov. He stared down at her. \"Serve your pet, understand? Serve her. Don\u0027t ask questions. If you do, you\u0027ll lose what you\u0027ve earned.\" Maggie nodded and began to kiss Romanov\u0027s toes. He laughed. \"This is the power of supreme power, Tregubova, do you understand? It can turn anyone into a slave.\" Romanov stroked Margie\u0027s head and said, \"I think you\u0027re becoming a very boring slave, Tregubova. Perhaps you should try being a good slave from now on.\" Tregubova rolled over and punched Romanov in the stomach. \"When you hit me, you hit the mark. That will not be tolerated.\" Romanov stood and smiled. \"I\u0027ll have to remember that.\"
---
Grigory Vasilyevich Romanov continued to enjoy the power he held. He could have any woman he wanted. He could have a thousand women. He could own a kingdom. He wanted to do all of those things and more. He glanced over at Maggie. She would obey him; he could see it. She had a kind of eagerness that he enjoyed. She wanted to be a good, loyal subject. He smiled and thought, \"What a great pet.\" Romanov again took a pen and wrote down his signature and gave it to Tregubova, saying, \"Give this letter of recommendation to Moscow University for Margie to study there.\" Tregubova took the recommendation letter and left. Maggie cleaned the dirty plates and cups. Romanov walked back to the table. \"So, what are you going to do now, my pet?\" Maggie sat at his feet. He stroked Maggie\u0027s head.
\"Untie your clothes and let me feel your little breasts.\" He reached for Maggie\u0027s blouse and unclasped the clasp. Maggie stared up at him. \"Feel my swollen cappuccino.\" He stroked Maggie\u0027s warm, soft, small nipples. Maggie moaned. \"Mm, I love the feel of your little nipples.\" Romanov stood and stared down at Maggie. \"Do you want to suck my swollen cappuccino?\" Maggie stared. \"Yes, you do.\" He leaned down and Maggie took a deep breath. Romanov\u0027s cappuccino flooded Maggie\u0027s hungry little mouth.
\"Ah, yes, like that.\" He massaged Maggie\u0027s head and throat with his free hand. He could feel Maggie\u0027s little gullet open for him. He rubbed his swollen cappuccino all over Maggie\u0027s little mouth and throat. \"Little pet, in a few days you will be admitted to Moscow University, how many rubles a month do you live on?\"
\"One hundred rubles.\"
\"That\u0027s expensive coffee.\" Romanov smiled. Maggie swallowed the last drops of cappuccino. Romanov touched Maggie\u0027s breasts again and said, \"Do you have a bank account? If you have one tell Tregubova and she will transfer you 2,000 rubles a month.\"
\"Yes. But I don\u0027t have one.\" Maggie blinked again. \"I\u0027ll have to ask my father for money.\" \"Your father raised a decent girl, let Tregubova handle your account, you still need a place to sleep in Moscow, move to my outdoor cottage.\" He touched Maggie\u0027s face and said. \"As a reward for being a good slave, you will have a warm bed, and good food, A large, beautiful and clean private villa with enough living expenses to get you wasted , all free. And I will also see that you get a full education at Moscow University. I will do all of this, just tell me your answer. Do you want to be my slave?\" Maggie stared up at Romanov.
\"Yes.\"
\"Then the deal is done, you are no longer a free citizen of the Soviet Union, you are my property. I own you. You are my slave. That is the only way to become one of the most powerful men in the world. You will do as I say without questions. Do you understand?\"
\"Yes.\" \"Now, lick my toes clean and remember that you are my slave girl.\" He stroked Maggie\u0027s face one more time. Maggie licked the toes to the satisfaction of Romanov.
\"Ah, you are a good slave. I will not tolerate disobedience here.\"
\"Please, no more tests. Please, no more tests.\" Maggie begged.
\"Do you see this big, powerful man?\" Romanov touched Maggie\u0027s head and stared into her eyes.
\"Yes.\"
\"Do you fear him?\"
\"No.\" \"That\u0027s good, look at me calmly. I will help you, you will serve me, we are in a symbiotic and coexistent relationship.\" Romanov pointed to his clothes and said, \"Calm down and help me dress, be like the tsar\u0027s maid of honor.\"
Maggie blanched. \"You want me to dress like a...a court lady?\" Maggie asked.
\"Your beautiful neck, ears and fingers can be covered with pearls and diamonds if you wish.\"
\"Oh, it\u0027s not that, it\u0027s just...I\u0027m not used to dressing like a...a...\" Maggie looked down at her shoes and blushed.
\"Yes.\" Maggie nodded. She grabbed a fresh pair of silk stockings and garters and pulled them on. Romanov stepped closer and stared at Maggie\u0027s legs in fascination. Tregubova pushed the door in and said, \"General Secretary, there\u0027s a report for you from the KGB investigation into the jewelry smuggling case of Brezhneva\u0027s daughter.\"
\"Thank you, Tregubova.\" He turned to Maggie. \"Now, go downstairs and make yourself pretty.\" Maggie got up and went to the door. She hesitated and looked back at Romanov. He raised his eyebrows. Tregubova said, \"Go on.\" Maggie saluted and left the room. Tregubova stared at Romanov. \"Now, tell me, what is this report?\" \"It\u0027s the list of all known smugglers and their contacts, including the Americans and the British.\" Tregubova\u0027s eyes widened.
\"I see.\"
\"The report is very thorough, it took months to complete. \" Romanov sat down and stared at the report rubbing his eyes and said, \"Brezhnev\u0027s daughter Galina Brezhneva sold Soviet jewelry artifacts to foreign countries through her lover and silenced some of the participants who knew about it even including the KGB.\"
\"The report is alarming. Are you sure that it\u0027s accurate?\"
\"Well, there\u0027s no way to fake this, but a list of smuggled items and their buyers could be doctored.\"
\"Indeed.\" \"The situation is complicated, and if Galina Brezhneva were not Brezhnev\u0027s daughter, I could sentence her to death. Unfortunately, she is not!\"
\"So what do we do?\"
\"I\u0027m going to have to eliminate her.\"
\"Eliminate?\"
\"There are ways to deal with this sort of situation that do not involve murder.\"
\"Such as?\"
\"We make her disappear.\"
\"Make her disappear? How can we do that?\"
\"There are secret prisons scattered all over the world. Wherever there is a problem, there lies a solution.\"
\"And who can we trust?\"
Romanov smiled and stared at Tregubova. \"We trust each other.\"
Tregubova sighed.
\"Okay, get on your knees at my feet and suck me off. I need to think for a moment.\" Romanov patted her face then unzipped.
\"Hmm, I see. You\u0027re going to use my brain to get revenge?\"
\"If I\u0027m going to get revenge, then yes.\"
\"I see. I\u0027m on my knees.\"
Tregubova bent over and started undressing Romanov.
\"Hmmm, yes...good girl. Now, suck me off.\"
She leaned in and sucked Romanov\u0027s cock off.
\"There, that wasn\u0027t so bad, was it?\"
\"Not at all, comrade.\" Tregubova smiled.
\"Okay, get up from there. I need to think.\"
She pulled herself up by grabbing onto the edge of the table.
\"Now, wipe your face and get my daughter.\"
Tregubova wiped her lips then left the room. Romanov stayed seated at the table.
\"So, I\u0027m going to get revenge on Brezhneva...by turning her over to the Americans.\" He grabbed a folder from his desk and stared at the photos inside. He sighed. \"These are the items Galina Brezhneva smuggled out of the country, where they are and who bought them. These will be difficult to recover, and to purge her outright will upset the Soviet bureaucracy, who fear being implicated. But without purging, it would be impossible to shape goodwill among the population.\" Romanov stood up and walked over to the window. \"I\u0027m going to have to handle this delicately.\" He stared out the window. \"It is also necessary to stabilize the bureaucratic groups with the first secretaries of the franchise and continue to acquiesce in their privileges and corrupt dealings.\" \"Thinking about how beautiful you and Maggie are and how lucky I am to have both of you as pets and adopted daughters.\"
Romanov smiled as she approached.
\"Oh , you\u0027re such a flatterer.\"
\"Flatterer? I\u0027m a friend to you. I\u0027ve always been a friend to you.\" Romanov said, holding Tregubova and Margie by the waist.
\"All right, all right, you\u0027re a good friend. I need you to do something for me, though.\"
\"Anything.\" Tregubova intimately put Romanov\u0027s hand into her panties and said, \"It\u0027s too slow to transfer rubles by bank, why don\u0027t you try to get Leningrad Bank shares or the Foreign Trade Department?\" Maggie was shocked next to her, and Romanov nodded and said, \"The Foreign Trade Department is impossible, but the bank shares can be gotten.\"
\"How?\"
\"Get close to Katarina. I know she works at the bank, and I know she\u0027s not happy there.\"
\"What do you mean?\" Tregubova asked.
\"She took a big risk coming to me. If she were caught, it could have meant execution for her and possibly for me.\" Romanov added. \"In the social sense, so how can she be expected not to violate the law and morality when she can get tens of millions of rubles just by helping us?\"
Maggie stared at the ground.
\"She\u0027s not happy there, though. She\u0027s looking to make a break for the coast. If we want to get rid of her, we can do it now. But there\u0027s no need for that yet, and if there\u0027s a risk of being investigated by the monitoring committee, she\u0027ll somehow die.\" Romanov said gently.
\"She\u0027ll be fine. Just keep an eye on her. She\u0027s a smart girl, she\u0027ll figure out a way to help us.\" Tregubova said. Romanov nodded looking back at Maggie who was beside him not speaking and asked, \"Are you afraid of these things?\" Maggie looked up at him and said, \"I am a little. I\u0027m not used to it.\" She looked down at her lap. \"But, I think I can deal with it.\"
Romanov nodded. \"When you step into this game you should do it, the people in it are smart and cunning. If you are smart and obedient, I will protect you and help you get the riches you could never get by working your whole life, can you have hundreds of millions of rubles by your labor?\"
\"Yes.\" Maggie said quietly, \"I want to help you.\"
\"Good.\" Romanov said, \"Now go back to your quarters and move in with me. Tregubova will drive and help you, my pet.\"
\"Thank you.\" Maggie said. She rose, looked at Tregubova and said, \"I\u0027ll see you tomorrow.\" Tregubova nodded and said, \"See you later.\" Maggie walked out of the room with Tregubova following her.
\"She\u0027s a brave girl. Unfortunately, she was an experiment. Each time, the result is that the greedy and depraved part succeeds.\" Romanov asked.
\"Drive carefully. Don\u0027t hit other cars.\"
\"Yes, yes.\"
Maggie walked to her quarters, and Tregubova said, \"I\u0027ll call you tomorrow to pick you up.\"
\"Okay.\"
Maggie walked to her door and opened it. Outside lay a hallway, she walked down the hall and entered her room. She walked in, closed the door, and lay down on her bed. She looked at the ceiling and thought about Romanov.
I\u0027ve got to be smart here. I can\u0027t afford to be foolish, or this could end badly.
She fell asleep thinking about her future. After a few hours, her housemate, Agrafina, woke her up by opening the door. Maggie groggily sat up.
\"What time is it?\"
\"Time for bed, sleepyhead.\"
\"Oh. I didn\u0027t realize it was so late.\" Agrafina came in and sat down in her bunk and asked, \"Where were you last night? All I know from asking the rest of the choir is that you disappeared last night after rehearsing the Irish dance.\"
\"I was having a meeting. With a very important person.\"
\"Really? Who?\"
\"General Secretary of the Central Committee of the Soviet Union. His name is Comrade Romanov.\"
\"The one with the gray hair?\" \"Yes, I had some personal business to take care of with him.\"
\"You never said anything about it to the rest of the choir. They were all worried about you.\"
Maggie shrugged. \"Whatever, Agrafina I want to ask you, if you had a chance to get a lifetime of wealth to spend to do something you didn\u0027t like, what would you do?\"
Agrafina thought for a moment. \"I would do something to help my family.\"
\"Yeah, that\u0027s what I thought.\" Maggie said, \"Now I\u0027m going back.\"
\"Are you leaving?\"
\"Yeah, I have a house I\u0027m going to. In Leningrad. With the man you heard me talking about.\"
\"Is that so?\"
\"Yes, and I\u0027m taking you with me. In fact, I\u0027m moving in.\"
Agrafina\u0027s eyes widened. \"Really? With the General Secretary?\" \"Yes, come here and I\u0027ll tell you that he\u0027s going to make me his adopted daughter versus sending me to Moscow State University.\"
\"I don\u0027t know which one is better.\"
Maggie laughed, \"Neither do I, but I\u0027m guessing not the former.\"
\"Well, what does he pay you to do what you do?\"
\"He has a house in Moscow that he uses as a base of operations. This is the only place he has in the city.\"
\"How nice,\" Agrafina said, \"It must be very nice to live in such a house and have plenty of money.\"
\"Yeah, you should. It\u0027s a nice town.\"
Maggie stood up and stretched. \"It\u0027s a chance to get a life I didn\u0027t dare to think about before, just...\"
\"Just what?\"
\"Just be happy with what you\u0027ve got, I guess.\"
\"You\u0027re leaving this afternoon. How do you plan to get there?\" \"He had a secretary named Tregubova who came to pick me up, and she...she was dressed in the kind of imported clothes that are available in special stores.\" \"Pretty much, I could feel that if we worked a normal salary we would never be able to buy the pearl necklace around her neck and the jade bracelet on her hand.\"
\"You\u0027re leaving today?\"
\"Yeah. Get ready while I pack up my things.\"
\"Really? You\u0027re going with the General Secretary?\"
\"Yes.\"
\"Do you know what this is all about?\" Margie put her clothes and musical instrument in the box and said, \"I made a deal, sold something and got something.\"
\"And what is it that you plan to give him?\" Agrafina asked, \"Besides yourself.\"
\"I\u0027m not giving him anything. I\u0027m going to see that he\u0027s...\"
\"What? That he has everything he needs?\"
\"No, that he is happy.\"
\"How do you know that you can do that? What makes you think that you\u0027ll be able to satisfy his every need?\"
Maggie sighed, \"I don\u0027t know.\"
\"But you have to try since you\u0027re going to be working for him.\"
\"I guess,\" Maggie said, \"What are you asking so much for?\"
\"Everything.\"
\"Well, I guess that\u0027s what you get for haggling on a free deal.\" Maggie said, pulling out the box and closing it.
\"My life. I need to swing away from this dorm. I owe a lot of people a lot of money.\"
\"Alright, let\u0027s see what I can do about getting you an apartment.\" Maggie wrapped her arms around Agrafina, hugged her and said, \"Goodbye.\" \"No, let me come with you and see.\" Agrafina pleaded, grabbing Margie\u0027s hand.
\"Don\u0027t, it\u0027s better if I go alone. It\u0027s not like I\u0027ll be in danger or anything.\"
\"But...\"
\"Goodbye.\" Maggie said, turning away.
\"Wait...\" Agrafina grabbed Maggie\u0027s arm.
\"Please. I\u0027m begging you.\" Maggie looked at her hand, and said, \"Goodbye.\"
\"Don\u0027t go!\"
\"I have to.\" Maggie said, staring into Agrafina\u0027s eyes. \"I can guess what you did, and you have to be able to let me go!\" Agrafina said in an aggravated tone.
\"It\u0027s not like that.\"
\"Well, then what is it like?\" Agrafina asked.
\"You have a choice. You can either forgive me, or I\u0027ll never speak to you again. Make your choice.\" \"I will forgive & support you, but you must take me to see him.\" Maggie nodded, knowing that she couldn\u0027t take Agrafina to see him.
\"Alright. I\u0027ll arrange everything, but you have to promise to let me go when the time comes.\"
\"I promise.\" -----
Inside the Kremlin\u0027s special store
After listening to the narrative Romanov inquired again, \"You two did not divulge any more to the others, did you?\" Margie and Agrafina, who were following him, nodded their heads.
\"Good. Then, you two are free to go.\"
\"But...\" \"But? Can I trust a man who can\u0027t even control his own tongue?\" Romanov said as he stared at the jewelry in the store, \"Will there be a next time?\"
\"I don\u0027t know.\"
\"Then go. I understand.\" Romanov looked up to the ceiling, \"Let there be no more secrets. Let there be no more lies. Let there be freedom,\" \"Don\u0027t do that, I\u0027ll make sure it doesn\u0027t leak again.\" Margie pleaded, as Agrafina stood by and remained silent.
\"That\u0027s your choice, but know this: The more you lie to get what you want, the more likely it is that your lies will be uncovered. Freedom is the only truth. Remember that.\" Romanov looked back at the merchandise and said, \"There is no next time, now look at the merchandise and I will buy it to give you what you want.\"
Maid hands over the various pieces of jewelry to Romanov, who examines them.
\"What do you think?\" Romanov asked.
\"They\u0027re lovely,\" Agrafina said. \"But it\u0027s also expensive,\" Margie said as she stared at the price and swallowed her throat, \"I\u0027d need to work for at least a couple of years.\"
Romanov smiled and said, \"But I only need a few days, and under legal means.\"
\"But...\" Margie began to say.
\"I can give you instant money. Your job is to manage this store, and you will be paid in full once the jewels are sold. I promise.\" Romanov picked a diamond necklace to put on Maggie and said, \"You just have to stay beautiful, how do you feel?\"
\"Fine, thanks.\" Margie said, staring down at the necklace in her hands, \"How much?\"
\"50,000 rubles, plus expenses.\"
\"It\u0027s... too much.\" \"I\u0027ll pay for it, my girl.\" Romanov said, staring at Maggie\u0027s breasts. \"You have exquisite... breasts.\" Maggie\u0027s eyes widened, and she reddened.
\"It\u0027s too much, 50,000. I can get much more for it...\" She began to say.
\"No, it\u0027s fine. It\u0027s a lovely necklace.\"
\"But it\u0027s too much.\"
\"It\u0027s beautiful, and it will look very nice on you.\"
\"But...\" \"Well, you\u0027ll get more money and gifts later, just remember you\u0027re there for me.\" Maggie smiled.
\"Thank you, General Secretary. May I leave now?\"
\"Certainly. And don\u0027t call me that outside of this room. Understand?\" Maggie nodded.
\"How much do you need?\" Romanov asked.
Maggie thought for a moment. \"500 rubles, plus expenses.\"
Romanov smiled. \"Go.\"
Maggie left the room, Agrafina asked Romanov: \"General Secretary, what will you give me as a gift?\"
\"Something to wear.\"
\"What?\"
Agrafina smiled. \"Come with me.\" She took Romanov to a room, where she showed him a beautiful, red dress.
\"I made it. Please try it on.\"
\"Will you give it to me?\" Agrafina asked, staring at the floor.
\"Of course,\" Romanov said. \"Go to the changing room and I\u0027ll help you undress.\"
\"This is... lovely.\"
\"You like it?\"
\"Yes, I do.\"
\"Then it\u0027s yours.\"
\"What do you mean?\"
Agrafina smiled. \"Go into the changing room.\" She watched as Romanov went into the room. He watched as Agrafina removed her blouse, skirt, and shoes. \"You have a beautiful figure with blonde hair, you\u0027re just a little short.\" Romanov began to undo his tunic and said, \"I want you.\"
\"Yes...\"
\"I\u0027m going to take you as a gift, keep you as a toy. You\u0027re going to be my woman, and my property. Do you understand?\"
\"I... Yes.\" \"I knew it, get down on your knees and lick my cock.\"
Agrafina did as he said. Romanov unzipped his pants, and entered her. He began to move his hips, thrusting into her.
\"Yes, that\u0027s it.\"
\"Harder... please?\"
\"What do you want?\"
\"I want you to make me your lover.\" Agrafina said, staring into his eyes. Her eyes were bright.
\"Yes...\" Romanov said. \"Make love to me.\"
\"I will.\"
He entered her slowly, feeling her tightness. He began to move his hips, moving in and out. \"I don\u0027t do charity, and I don\u0027t need a girl who is useless to me as my pet.\"
Agrafina said, \"I\u0027m not your pet. I\u0027m your lover. I\u0027m going to make you feel good, and be worth my salt.\" \"Why? I have the same power as a despot, and you are just a young girl of ordinary birth. You\u0027re as worthless to me as a little she-cat.\" Romanov said as he spat into her mouth. \"I\u0027m a great leader and a good man. This is why I\u0027ve been chosen to lead. You\u0027re going to do as I say, or you\u0027ll be crushed like an ant underfoot.\"
\"I\u0027ll do whatever you want.\"
\"I want you to make love to me again.\"
\"Yes.\"
\"I want you to suck my cock. I want you to wear my cock like a bridle. I want you to give your life to me. Give me your virginity.\" Romanov growled low, \"Make a sound of obedience to me!\"
\"Yes... I am... obedient.\" Agrafina said.
He grabbed her hand and brought it to his penis. \"Open wide.\" He forced her mouth open, and he sank his manhood inside. He began to move, thrusting into her mouth. \"Suck.\" He ordered.
Agrafina began to suck, and she continued to do so for several minutes. \"More... please?\" She begged.
\"I want you to swallow my cum.\" He thrust his hips, and his length entered her throat. He began to move his hips, taking her in.
\"Yes...\" Agrafina said.
\"Thank you.\" Agrafina stood, dressed and ready to go. \"What\u0027s that?\" She asked.
\"This is a token of my... gratitude.\" Romanov grinned, \"Agrafina may go.\"
\"That\u0027s disgusting.\" She said, looking away in disgust.
\"She swallowed,\" Romanov said.
\"Yeah, but it\u0027s still... unnatural.\" The waitress looked up to Romanov. \"Why\u0027d you make her do that?\" Romanov picked up a diamond brooch and asked, \"You\u0027re very interesting to dare ask these things. What is your name?\" He turned to Agrafina, and said, \"And you are...?\"
\"Agrafina.\"
\"Agrafina.\" He turned back to the waitress, \"What\u0027s your name?\"
\"Feodosiya.\"
\"So you\u0027re Feodosiya. What a pretty name. I\u0027m Grigory.\" Romanov smiled and said, \"You didn\u0027t see this lady next to me with me today, and this diamond brooch I think would look great on your chest.\"
\"I see.\" Feodosiya considered his offer and said.
\"Don\u0027t you want to know what else I can do for you?\" He asked.
\"Maybe. What can you do?\"
\"Well, I can make you pretty, make you rich, and give you a life full of love and passion. Is that what you want?\"
Feodosiya thought for a minute, and said, \"Yes.\"
\"Then come to me.\"
\"So you can betray me like you did with... with Agrafina?\" \"It\u0027s not a betrayal, Agrafina you can go, I want to talk to Feodosiya.\" Romanov kissed Agrafina\u0027s face and said, \"Come back here tomorrow and I will give you another bracelet.\"
\"Yes.\" Agrafina bowed her head and left with. He looked at Feodosiya, and said, \"She\u0027s not going to betray you. She\u0027s a fool. Tomorrow, come to me.\"
\"Why?\" Feodosiya asked. \"Because this diamond brooch is very expensive.\" Romanov clasped the diamond brooch to her chest and smiled, \"I would like to ask a few questions, what is your salary?\"
\"150 rubles.\"
\"I will give you 500 rubles to do me a small service. After that, you can go.\"
\"What kind of service?\" \"Tell me everything about your work and life every week, and I will pay weekly.\" He admired Feodosia\u0027s face and said, \"What do you think?\"
\"Will it be dangerous?\" She asked.
\"Not at all. It will be a regular paycheck for you.\" He smiled and said, \"Agreed?\"
\"I have no reason to turn you down.\" She smiled, picked up her purse.
Romanov nodded and said, \"I like smart people, let me ask you, how are you doing with your daily supplies? Tell the truth?\"
\"I have nothing. I\u0027m running low on cash, but I have a bit of rationed food.\" Feodosia complained: \"You can\u0027t get anything of good quality in the state stores, and the service is poor! They actually tell me to get lost and go to the black market to buy things! But the black market prices are at least twice as high as the stores!\" She folded her arms and said, \"I\u0027m sick of that kind of life.\"
\"I can give you more money, if that will make you happy.\" Romanov added: \"Would you like to accompany an old man to the Kremlin restaurant for dinner?\"
\"I suppose that would make me happy. What time is it?\"
\"Quarter before eight.\"
\"Perfect. I\u0027ll be there.\"
\"See you soon.\" He waved, and left. Feodosia stared after him, and said, \"What an... interesting man.\" She looked back at the price of the diamond brooch he presented and said, \"How long would it take if I worked on my own?\"
------
The Kremlin Restaurant:
A place for the rich, with waiters and waitresses who were all wearing elaborate white headgear and fine clothing, and serving expensive fare. The tables were set with fine china and polished silver, and candles were burning on each one.
Romanov sat alone at a table, looking bored. \"Well, it\u0027s a good thing you showed up, I was just about to send for you. Miss Feodosia.\" Feodosiya, a plump woman with a large bust, came over to the table. She wore a long, thin gown, and her hair was pulled back in a bun. She bowed her head and sat down across from Romanov, who said, \"Have a seat. I was saving this seat for you.\"
\"How kind you are!\" She said. \"I\u0027m so glad you decided to join me for dinner.\"
\"I have a lot of important work to do, so I can only spend a little time with you.\" He asked, \"Mind if it\u0027s just me and you dining here?\"
\"Not at all. It\u0027s just that I\u0027m a bit short on cash right now, so I was wondering if you could pay for this dinner with a check?\" \"Don\u0027t worry about it, you just have to let yourself enjoy the evening.\" Romanov ordered the wine then looked at the menu as Feodosia hesitantly said, \"Can I pack?\"
\"Pardon?\"
\"I mean, can I bring my own food? I can\u0027t afford to eat in the best restaurants, but I can afford a good dinner.\"
\"You mean to pack up the leftovers and take them home?\" Romanov froze for a moment before asking, then continued to look at the menu. He was silent a long moment before he asked, \"Can I trust you not to talk about our dinner?\"
\"Of course.\"
\"Good.\" He looked back at the menu and said, \"I\u0027ll take the steak with Japanese tofu, what dish do you want?\"
\"Oh, yes...I don\u0027t think I\u0027ve told you my story yet.\" She hesitated, then said, \"I was born in the country. My parents were relatively poor, but they wanted the best for their children, so they sent us to a private school.\"
\"I see.\" Romanov looked at her. \"I was also born in a peasant family at an early age, I was supposed to study engineer professionally later but participated in the Patriotic War, and only after the war I became a general secretary step by step. Your origin is not shameful, what did your parents engage in?\"
\"My father is a butcher, but we had always enough to eat. We didn\u0027t go to private school, I went to public school.\"
\"Oh, I see. What did you study?\"
\"The usual subjects. I was very good at math.\" Feodosia paused. \"My parents wanted me to be a doctor or a lawyer, But I didn\u0027t succeed after relying on relatives and friends before I became a Kremlin waiter. You won\u0027t laugh at me, will you?\"
\"No, you don\u0027t have a good life, most people do.\" Romanov stared at her robe and asked, \"Is this robe your best dress?\"
\"No, but it\u0027s the only one I have.\"
Romanov looked like he wanted to say something more, but he only asked, \"Are you ready to order?\"
\"Yes. The chef here prepares a very good risotto, I think I\u0027ll have that.\"
Romanov nodded. \"I\u0027ll have the steak, medium well done, with all the trimmings.\"
Feodosia placed the order. She waited for the food, then said, \"Tell me about yourself.\"
\"There\u0027s not much to tell. I was born in a small town, and I worked my way up through the ranks of the party, and I got this job. That\u0027s about it.\" Romanov thought for a moment and then said. \"Tell me about your childhood.\"
\"My childhood was boring. My family is, I suppose. My father is an alcoholic, and my mother is a housewife. We had to move a lot because of his work. That\u0027s why I ended up in the city.\"
\"Moving around so much must have made you very happy when you were little.\"
\"Not really. I never knew what to expect. When I was little, we moved to Siberia. That was fun at first, but after a while it got boring. I wanted to go back to the city.\"
\"You wanted to be happy?\"
\"You could say that.\"
They spent the next hour chatting about various topics, during which Romanov polished off the entire steak and ordered another. The food arrived, and he stared at it with a full mouth. \"What\u0027s the maximum amount of overhead and income you can have in a month?\" Romanov asked as he cut down his steak, \"I want to know where you stand.\"
\"It\u0027s hard to say. Depends on your overhead and what you\u0027re doing. I suppose you have a certain figure in mind?\"
\"Yes, yes, I do.\" Romanov put down his knife and fork and said, \"Why don\u0027t you guess how much property I have?\"
\"Alright.\" She looked around, then said, \"It\u0027s about 500 rubles.\"
Romanov nodded. \"I have about 1500 rubles a month in income. What would you say my expenses are?\"
\"Oh, about 1000 rubles?\"
\"Alright. My overhead is 25% of my income, so that makes it...\" Romanov looked at his steak thoughtfully. \"Do you really believe that?\"
\"It\u0027s a simple yes or no question.\" Romanov gave a meaningful smile and said, \"Thirty million dollars.\"
Feodosia blinked. She looked at his expression to see him smirk. \"No.\"
\"I don\u0027t think you understood me.\" Romanov looked around, then leaned in. \"Thirty million dollars.\"
\"I don\u0027t think that\u0027s possible.\"
\"Think what\u0027s possible?\"
\"For you to make that amount of money.\"
\"Why is it impossible?\" Romanov shook her hand and said, \"When you have the power and connections to do so, I ask you, Fyodosia on your own to get your children out of poverty?\"
\"But don\u0027t you see...?\" she spoke softly, \"You have...\" \"I have what you want, do you want to be a waiter who even packs his dinner, or a prominent man who can buy a jewelry store on a whim?\" Romanov smiled and said, \"Right now, it\u0027s just us. It\u0027s your decision.\"
Feodosia frowned, looked down at her food, and then stared up at him.
\"Do you think I\u0027m stupid?\" she asked.
\"No, I think you\u0027re sexy and attractive. So, I want you to get gifts and riches and stand on my bed. Of course, it\u0027s okay if you don\u0027t want to. You can return to the environment of working for 150 rubles a month and end up with a young worker as a husband with his housewife.\" Romanov calmly said, \"Finally saving for a few hundred rubles until you become an old woman.\"
\"I\u0027m not getting on your bed,\" she growled and stood up.
\"No? Then consider this a bill for services rendered. My bed, my rules.\"
\"I\u0027m not going to...\"
\"Or you can return to your boring life and I\u0027ll go back to mine.\" Romanov motioned said.
\"You\u0027d better behave yourself, Comrade or I\u0027ll have to arrest you.\"
Romanov laughed and said, \"I think you\u0027d have a hard time doing that And I am giving you a choice, just like the diamond brooch I gifted you before, it is up to you to accept or reject, luxury or poverty?\"
\"Poverty,\" Feodosia said, looking miserable.
\"Good. You\u0027re a rebel. I like rebels.\"
\"But...\" \"You choose your own poverty and dignity, continue eating, and after that I will not invite you with gifts.\" Romanov pretended as if nothing had happened, \"Unless, of course, you agree to luxury & being my girl.\"
He extended his hand to her.
Feodosia looked down at her food. She considered her options.
She could leave, or she could stay and suffer what Romanov would do to her.
* * *
Romanov had been waiting for her to make a decision. He stood, looked at her, and said, \"What will it be, my dear?\"
\"Don\u0027t think about the painful work and debt, think about the diamond brooch and the money, you\u0027ll get more if you agree.\"
\"What will it be, my dear?\"
\"Luxury. I want luxury. I get so much more with that than... than...\" Feodosia took a deep breath and said,
\"Yes,\" Feodosia said.
\"Then ask away.\"
\"How did you get the money?\" she asked.
\"I took over the Leningrad Bank, so the money will be credited to my account after we\u0027re finished.\" Romanov said. \"I also have some stock, and some wives of department leaders give gifts to my family. Open your little box.\"
Feodosia opened a small red velvet box and gasped. She held up a small emerald ring.
\"This is too much, even for you. How much money do you need?\" she asked.
\"I don\u0027t need that much. But if you want, I can get more. How does 10,000 rubles sound?\"
\"It sounds...\" Feodosia hesitated. \"I don\u0027t know how you can get that much.\"
\"You just need to enjoy this, sit on my lap and let me see you with the ring on.\" Romanov said, patting his thigh.
\"Thank you.\"
\"Don\u0027t act like a shy little mouse.\" He grabbed her hand and placed the ring on her finger. \"Happy?\"
\"Very.\"
\"Good. Now go, sit on my lap, and let us enjoy ourselves.\"
Feodosia did as he was ordered. She sat down and put her arms around his waist.
Romanov caressed Feodosia\u0027s face.
\"Your skin is so soft. It\u0027s a shame your hair is short.\" He stroked her hair. \"You know, I think I like your short hair.\" He brushed her hair back. \"What do you think, would you mind growing it out?\"
Feodosia\u0027s face colored. \"I\u0027m... I\u0027m sorry. I didn\u0027t mean to offend you.\"
\"Don\u0027t be. I think it\u0027s a very pretty style. It suits you well.\" Romanov looked into his lap. \"Do you have a boyfriend?\"
\"No.\" \"That\u0027s good, unzip my pants and kiss my cock.\"
Feodosia unzipped and undid the buttons on his trousers. After that she pulled them down. Romanov sat up and smiled. \"You\u0027re beautiful, a real, fine-looking woman.\" He laid a hand on her bare bottom. \"I want you to make love to me.\" He squeezed. \"I want you so much.\"
Feodosia smiled and climbed onto his lap. She straddled his lap and lowered her hips. She sat astride his lap, facing him. She lowered herself onto his erection and guided it into her hot, wet, and tight center.
\"Yes, that\u0027s it,\" Romanov said. \"I\u0027m going to suck your tits.\" He reached his hands around her small breasts and began squeezing them. \"You\u0027re so beautiful. I want to lick you all over.\"
\"Yes.\"
Romanov pulled her closer. He took her right breast into his mouth and began sucking on it. He moved up to her other breast and began to suckle.
\"Ah, yes, baby. Like that.\" He sucked harder and harder.
\"Yes, yes.\" She lowered her chin to his shoulder. She moaned and rocked her hips. She stroked his back and pulled his hair.
\"Are you enjoying this?\" Romanov asked.
\"Very much.\" She bit her lip. \"Will you...\" She let out a sigh. \"Will you do something special for me?\"
\"Anything.\"
\"Will you... Will you... Will you make love to me?\"
\"Fuck, I wish I could.\" He lifted her onto his erection and kissed her deeply.
\"Mhm.\"
He moved his lips to her ear. \"I want you so much.\"
She moaned.
\"Don\u0027t you want me, Feodosia?\"
She shook her head with a smile. \"I want you more.\"
\"Good girl. Now, put your legs around me and ride me.\"
She tightened her legs and guided his erection into her.
\"Yes. Ride me.\"
She lowered her forehead to his and moaned.
He rocked his hips and directed her long kisses down his shaft.
\"Good girl. Ride me.\"
She let out a long, low moan.
\"Come for me, my love.\"
She rode him, taking him deeper and deeper, until she neared her climax. In the midst of Feodosia\u0027s moans, he looked up and stared at a beautiful visionary image seen in a painting on the dining room wall, where he became dressed in the outer robes of a monk holding the Bible and the Koran in his left hand and the cross, the six-manifold star, the Buddhist beads, the fallawaha, and the cross of life in his right hand, while Feodosia was a voluptuous nun, naked but for a corset, kneeling at his left side.
\"I\u0027m... I\u0027m coming,\" she said, panting from riding him so hard. He kept his eyes open to the vision of a man giving the Good News to the world.
He came down her, holding her close to his chest. \"You felt so good, my love.\" He kissed her. \"I love you, you know.\"
\"I love you too,\" she said.
Romanov wiped his sweat and pointed to the painting on the wall and said, \"Did you see that painting? What do you see?\"
\"A monk holding the Bible and the Koran, a nun... a vision?\"
\"The painting\u0027s title? The painting\u0027s title is \u0027The Last Supper.\u0027\"
\"The painting?\"
\"Did you hear that? The Last Supper. That\u0027s what I imagined this moment to look like. I saw the friar and the nun as me and you. I must have had some kind of hallucination.\" He smiled at her. \"Well, we\u0027re not the pair to bring peace to the world.\"
\"What are you talking about?\" \"Nothing, I just thought of some answers to things that are bothering me.\" He got up and looked at the painting again and said, \"Religion... can be used and maintain class domination, and ideology can be misinterpreted that way.\"
\"What?\"
\"The religion of the poor and the oppressed can be used to maintain the status quo. The religion of the rich can be used to justify theft, war, and oppression.\" He looked at her. \"You need to understand that class domination is not an abstract concept. It takes shape in the form of power, and that power can be used for gain or for control.\"
\"You\u0027re saying that the people who wrote the Bible and the Koran used the teachings of Christ and Mohammad to justify the oppression of the people who were once at their mercy?\"
\"Not exactly.\" Satisfied with her answer, he explained again, \"The original founders certainly did not defend oppression, and Christ and Muhammad must have seen the oppressed people and opposed the Jewish and polytheistic aristocracy when they first created their teachings, otherwise they would not have resisted these oppressions. But like Siddhartha, whatever their intentions, in the end their claims were used by the ruling class and modified by different nations to justify and brainwash their own oppressions.\"
\"Do you think that\u0027s a fair assessment of what Christ and the prophet did?\"
\"I don\u0027t think they\u0027re evil, but the religion they created will be exploited. And their claims will become obsolete, just like Marx and Lenin. Marx advocated socialism after seeing the tragic conditions of workers being brutally exploited in the capitalist countries in the 19th century as they accumulated their original capital, but what happened to Marx\u0027s advocacy in the end?\" Romanov took a tissue to wipe her body and said, \"I hope you won\u0027t be angry with me for thinking and discussing this.\"
\"Of course not,\" she said. \"I think it\u0027s important that we...\"
\"Our own lives?\"
\"Yes, our own lives,\" she whispered, \"and the lives of the people we love.\"
\"Then don\u0027t be so quick to dismiss it.\" He kissed her forehead. \"I have things that I will give to you, and I can let you manage the Stock if you want.\"
\"Thank you, but that\u0027s not what I meant.\" She stood up and faced the painting again. \"You said something earlier that I didn\u0027t quite understand. That painting...\"
\"Yes?\"
\"It\u0027s a vision.\"
\"Of course it is,\" he said. \"It\u0027s a vision of us.\"
\"I don\u0027t know what that means.\"
\"You\u0027ll know soon enough.\" He picked up the wine and said, \"You\u0027ll drink this with me if you\u0027ll help me run the stock?\"
\"I\u0027d be happy to help you, but what does this involve?\"
\"It involves getting drunk.\"
She sighed, smiling. \"Yes, I\u0027ll help you.\"
He poured the wine, handing it to her. \"To our survival.\"
They drank.