Mariami
06-05-2008, 02:32 PM
Summary: Russian spy, Anna Strijevskaia, is send to USA as an undercover agent. She has to play role of drug trafficker and a new face in Italian mafia of Chicago. Read how she handles her task. Reviews would be appreciated.
Deranged Game
Chapter One
Putting on my long black coat, I walk out of the rather ugly small house, with small dirty windows and missing shutters.
The block is in the end of the city, rather shabby and mainly inhabited by jobless, shiftless people; druggies and ex-cons. Thankfully I don't receive any unwanted attention, dressed fully in black. I get into the car and drive to the downtown. I park near my apartment and move swiftly across the street, unlocking the door and heading in.
The place is nicely decorated and consists of main room, bedroom, study, kitchen and a bathroom. It is considered pretty small, but that's all the space I need.
The walls are painted with bright colors and a beautiful blue sky can be seen from big windows.
The sight of nature usually makes me happy, but today I'm too tired to notice it.
My long black hair that usually attracts everyone’s attention has lost its shine, my face is pale and there are dark bags under my brown eyes, all of which speaks of sleepless nights.
I take off my coat and flick on the TV on CNN. Pouring myself a glass of whiskey, I sit down in the sofa in front of TV, watching the news and waiting.
I look at the clock, noticing that it’s nearly seven. A whole hour passed while I was watching TV, and yet I didn’t understand a word that was said, staring at the screen my mind numb.
Fortunately I'm not made to wait for much longer, as soon I hear the sound of doorbell. Opening the door, I step away and let the four well-dressed Italian men come in.
"Anna, my dear, I'm very happy to see you," the first of the men to come in tells me with a slight accent. He’s tall, broad shouldered, with short brown hair and dull green eyes. He's dressed in a fur coat and by looks of it, very expensive suit.
I lean in and wrap my arms around him, as though to hug him, while I put something in his coat packet. He doesn't disappoint me; shaking my hand he passes me what looks like pack of money.
"I'm very glad to see you too, Antonio," I say with the strong Russian accent that seems impossible to get rid of.
I hug ever man in turn and slide a package into each of their packets. In turn each they give me money.
"Would you like to come in?" I ask them with a fake smile, everyone except Antonio declines and, opening the door, heads out.
Looking from the window, I can see three cars, one of which is the BMW I drove here. The men get into one of the other two cars and drive off, leaving a sparkling black Toyota Celica, Antonio’s car probably.
"Sit down, Antonio. You know, my home is yours. Would you like a drink?" I say, leading him to the main room.
"It would be very nice, thanks" He says, takes off his coat and sits down on the sofa. I pour him a glass of whiskey and sit next to him.
I give a cursory glance at my surroundings, even though living here I've seen them many times before. Dark blue curtains hang in front of my windows, which are difficult to shift open. The coffee table leaves little room to move quickly. The television in front of us could be broken for a distraction... I'll leave that as a last resort. Widescreen TVs aren't easy to come by.
"So, what brings you here?" I try my best to sound rather cheerful.
"Why, I didn't know I needed a reason to visit a dear friend," he tells me and puts down his drink on the coffee table.
"And yet, you never come without a reason." I tell him with a smile
"Ah, you know me too well, Anna." He says and returns my smile. "I'm sure you have heard of the new club in the city Modo di Nirvana."
I nod and he continues.
"It belongs to Vincent and there's an exclusive party there tomorrow night"
"Oh?" I ask surprised. It was news to me. Vincent always seemed like a quiet, intelligent guy to me, the type that would much rather read than club, but then again, he was one of the most influential people in Chicago and unfortunately you don't achieve that with just books.
"Yes and I want you to accompany me there." His voice is calm.
I miss the hint of nervousness that was laced with the voice of any man who has asked me out before. It isn’t unsurprising that Antonio isn’t nervous; he knows I want to go there. I need as much information as possible to survive.
"Who else will be coming?"
"Vincent will be there of course, with his wife, Alessandro, Carlo and Bruno with Marietta, Helen and Kathy. Marco and Andrea. Sergio and Rosalyn..."
I interrupt him with my laugh. "Big bosses and their whores, not exactly my style, Antonio." I cringe as I hear hurt in my voice. Trying to play it cool, I look at him my face full of amusement.
"You know it yourself Anna; you have too much influence to come as a whore"
It seems he managed to catch me, well…at least he’s being nice.
"That's why I wasn't invited, I'm guessing" I say and smirk, not dropping my act.
"Actually, Vincent asked me to tell you to come, I just want you to go with me"
He could have started with that, ****ing *******. "I want respect," I say seriously.
"Of course. You will be there by invitation, not as my *****." He answers amused.
"Okay then, when should we be there?" I ask, implying that I will go with him.
"The party starts at nine."
Ah, he's letting me set the time. Nice move of gratitude on his part, I think.
"Pick me up at nine then?" I ask.
"Sure" He stands up, his glass now empty.
"Going so soon?" My voice sounds a bit sad, but inside I'm anything but. Just imagining myself lying down in my soft, comfortable bad with lots of soft big pillows… I need sleep.
"Yeah, unfortunately. I have the business to take care of." He says, his voice too seems very tired now.
"Pity." I say as he puts back his fur coat on. "I'll see you then."
I lead him to the door. "Ciao Anna," he says, opens the door and leaves. Soon I hear the sound of car taking off.
I go and turn off the TV, clean around the house a bit and at nine, I'm already in the bed for much needed sleep.
Notes: Huge thanks to Sobel and Frosthold for betaing the chapter for me.
‘Modo di Nirvana’ means ‘A way to Nirvana’ in Italian.
The story is written in first-person, as you may have noticed. ;)
It’s not a real tale.
English is my third language so I know even beta-ed; the story probably has lots grammatical errors. Sorry.
Deranged Game
Chapter One
Putting on my long black coat, I walk out of the rather ugly small house, with small dirty windows and missing shutters.
The block is in the end of the city, rather shabby and mainly inhabited by jobless, shiftless people; druggies and ex-cons. Thankfully I don't receive any unwanted attention, dressed fully in black. I get into the car and drive to the downtown. I park near my apartment and move swiftly across the street, unlocking the door and heading in.
The place is nicely decorated and consists of main room, bedroom, study, kitchen and a bathroom. It is considered pretty small, but that's all the space I need.
The walls are painted with bright colors and a beautiful blue sky can be seen from big windows.
The sight of nature usually makes me happy, but today I'm too tired to notice it.
My long black hair that usually attracts everyone’s attention has lost its shine, my face is pale and there are dark bags under my brown eyes, all of which speaks of sleepless nights.
I take off my coat and flick on the TV on CNN. Pouring myself a glass of whiskey, I sit down in the sofa in front of TV, watching the news and waiting.
I look at the clock, noticing that it’s nearly seven. A whole hour passed while I was watching TV, and yet I didn’t understand a word that was said, staring at the screen my mind numb.
Fortunately I'm not made to wait for much longer, as soon I hear the sound of doorbell. Opening the door, I step away and let the four well-dressed Italian men come in.
"Anna, my dear, I'm very happy to see you," the first of the men to come in tells me with a slight accent. He’s tall, broad shouldered, with short brown hair and dull green eyes. He's dressed in a fur coat and by looks of it, very expensive suit.
I lean in and wrap my arms around him, as though to hug him, while I put something in his coat packet. He doesn't disappoint me; shaking my hand he passes me what looks like pack of money.
"I'm very glad to see you too, Antonio," I say with the strong Russian accent that seems impossible to get rid of.
I hug ever man in turn and slide a package into each of their packets. In turn each they give me money.
"Would you like to come in?" I ask them with a fake smile, everyone except Antonio declines and, opening the door, heads out.
Looking from the window, I can see three cars, one of which is the BMW I drove here. The men get into one of the other two cars and drive off, leaving a sparkling black Toyota Celica, Antonio’s car probably.
"Sit down, Antonio. You know, my home is yours. Would you like a drink?" I say, leading him to the main room.
"It would be very nice, thanks" He says, takes off his coat and sits down on the sofa. I pour him a glass of whiskey and sit next to him.
I give a cursory glance at my surroundings, even though living here I've seen them many times before. Dark blue curtains hang in front of my windows, which are difficult to shift open. The coffee table leaves little room to move quickly. The television in front of us could be broken for a distraction... I'll leave that as a last resort. Widescreen TVs aren't easy to come by.
"So, what brings you here?" I try my best to sound rather cheerful.
"Why, I didn't know I needed a reason to visit a dear friend," he tells me and puts down his drink on the coffee table.
"And yet, you never come without a reason." I tell him with a smile
"Ah, you know me too well, Anna." He says and returns my smile. "I'm sure you have heard of the new club in the city Modo di Nirvana."
I nod and he continues.
"It belongs to Vincent and there's an exclusive party there tomorrow night"
"Oh?" I ask surprised. It was news to me. Vincent always seemed like a quiet, intelligent guy to me, the type that would much rather read than club, but then again, he was one of the most influential people in Chicago and unfortunately you don't achieve that with just books.
"Yes and I want you to accompany me there." His voice is calm.
I miss the hint of nervousness that was laced with the voice of any man who has asked me out before. It isn’t unsurprising that Antonio isn’t nervous; he knows I want to go there. I need as much information as possible to survive.
"Who else will be coming?"
"Vincent will be there of course, with his wife, Alessandro, Carlo and Bruno with Marietta, Helen and Kathy. Marco and Andrea. Sergio and Rosalyn..."
I interrupt him with my laugh. "Big bosses and their whores, not exactly my style, Antonio." I cringe as I hear hurt in my voice. Trying to play it cool, I look at him my face full of amusement.
"You know it yourself Anna; you have too much influence to come as a whore"
It seems he managed to catch me, well…at least he’s being nice.
"That's why I wasn't invited, I'm guessing" I say and smirk, not dropping my act.
"Actually, Vincent asked me to tell you to come, I just want you to go with me"
He could have started with that, ****ing *******. "I want respect," I say seriously.
"Of course. You will be there by invitation, not as my *****." He answers amused.
"Okay then, when should we be there?" I ask, implying that I will go with him.
"The party starts at nine."
Ah, he's letting me set the time. Nice move of gratitude on his part, I think.
"Pick me up at nine then?" I ask.
"Sure" He stands up, his glass now empty.
"Going so soon?" My voice sounds a bit sad, but inside I'm anything but. Just imagining myself lying down in my soft, comfortable bad with lots of soft big pillows… I need sleep.
"Yeah, unfortunately. I have the business to take care of." He says, his voice too seems very tired now.
"Pity." I say as he puts back his fur coat on. "I'll see you then."
I lead him to the door. "Ciao Anna," he says, opens the door and leaves. Soon I hear the sound of car taking off.
I go and turn off the TV, clean around the house a bit and at nine, I'm already in the bed for much needed sleep.
Notes: Huge thanks to Sobel and Frosthold for betaing the chapter for me.
‘Modo di Nirvana’ means ‘A way to Nirvana’ in Italian.
The story is written in first-person, as you may have noticed. ;)
It’s not a real tale.
English is my third language so I know even beta-ed; the story probably has lots grammatical errors. Sorry.