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She had a friend.

I am on a train one night during winter, and it is speeding full pelt down the railway track. It’s cosy inside the train, and the seats comfy. Even so, I have a long way to go yet till I reached my destination. My destination is Moscow. I sit back and try to sleep. I cannot sleep. I look around the coach and look at my fellow passengers. They are boring I must admit. After a while I don’t pay much attention to them, and look out the window into the darkness of the scenery outside. Thinking of my home, and what I could be doing other than sitting there on this train. I had travelled for five hours already, and it was getting tedious. I have no patience for long waits. My life however, was travelling fast. I get out some papers from my briefcase and go over them. I had a lot to do. With this in mind, I decided to ask a passing waiter for some wine.
He was a young man. He goes off as quickly as possible, but is interrupted by a woman in a big fur coat and hat. I looked out the window again. After fifteen minutes or so, the wine I ordered arrives. It tastes good. It was a white. I think of my home. Thinking about it won’t bring it any closer; I had to press on.
I drink the wine while I look over my notes. But a while later something happened. I carry on reading my notes as normal when a large man walks by. Guards are following him.
‘We must insist that you leave this train at once,’ says one of them
The large man turned around and looks at them. He is a well built and had long hair and a beard.
‘I move for no one,’ he said, ‘now let me get back to my business,’ he said.
‘We’re afraid you can’t do that sir. Please get off at the next stop’.
‘I stop for no one,’ the man replied.
‘Ok well you leave us with little choice,’
Then, as it happened the man got his gun out and had pointed it right in their faces. The guards obviously looked frightened. The man locked his gun.
‘Now if you do not stop following me, this bullet will be in your head before you can say “oh shit”’. Do you understand me?’
The guards agree and go back the other way. The large man looks at me. I look at him back for a moment. He asks me something.
‘Mind if I sit here?’
After this I then reply that he can sit opposite me. I have no idea why he does this. Once he is sat down, he looks at me and then looks across to the window. I lower myself in my seat, and carry on with my work. Luckily, he does not speak the whole journey. When we arrive in Moscow, all he does is tip his hat at me and leaves. Just before I get off the hover train, I decide to ask a guard who he was.  
‘A wanted man, he proves most difficult to catch,’ he replies.
I leave it at that for the time being. It’s cold, so I fasten my coat.  It is late, and what I have to do now is to get to my apartment in the city. So I get a taxi. The Moscow of my world is more or less like that of your world. It has high security, now that the communist regime has recently got into power. I try to stay out trouble and do as I am told. So they do not bother me. There was a time when I wanted to move away from New Russia, but I didn’t have the money. And I still don’t have the money even now.
‘Where have you come from today?’ asks the taxi driver cheerily
‘From St Petersburg,’ I reply. That is the end of the conversation. I am tired and am not in the mood to make small talk; especially to someone I had just met. I look around the city as it passes by me. It is an old city, full of history. I see the sickle and hammer on a large red poster on a building near me. These people make us work like worker ants with minimum pay. A gang of tramps gather by a fire in a corner. They shout something at me. I do not know what. I feel like getting out and telling them my opinions but I am unarmed and outnumbered. So I figure that it isn’t worth it.
‘These sure are bad times man,’ says the taxi driver.
As the car passes, the tramps look at me. I try to move myself away from view. The buildings of this city have degraded since the last government left, and so has its politicians. They just in power to take money from the poor. I feel somewhat responsible for this, seeing as I work for them.
I think over what happened on the train and who that man actually was. I have never seen someone so boldly stand up to the authorities. I do not expect I shall ever see him again. Eventually, the taxi parks outside the apartment. My flat is on the highest floor of the block. After paying the taxi man and saying thanks, I get out and go into my apartment. Once in, I put my jacket up on a hook by the door. Then turn on the lights. It is a lovely apartment. But this is not my real home. I am tired, so head to my bedroom. I’m looking forward to a good sleep.


I’m woken by my alarm clock at 7am. I get up and put on my suit. Grab some fruit to eat on the way. Once in the city, I wait for a bus which comes after every fifteen minutes. It is nearly full. I find a seat next to a blind man. I look out the window. I think of how Gregorian Frost will not be happy with my lack of presence recently. I act like an aide to him. One could say I’m his right hand man. When the bus arrives at the Kremlin, I get off. Many people near are wearing the same suit as me. In New Russia we have uniformity; everyone does and wears the same thing. We get up, get dressed, and work.
Guards patrol the courtyard. Two other guards stand by the entrance and give me a salute. The hall of the building is large and mostly made of marble, with some gold added in. As I walk, yet more soldiers give the salute. I acknowledge them. I sign in at the desk, and am given a key. This key will lead me to Gregorian Frost’s room where a meeting is soon going to be held. Once at the door, I swipe the card into the lock and it opens. Inside, I see a round room with a desk at the far end where a man in a white suit sits. He is talking to his secretaries, but stops when he sees me walking in.
‘Ah, hello Anatoly. Welcome back. I trust your journey was alright?’
‘Yes, Excellency,’ I reply. He does not tolerate impolite people.
‘The others are coming shortly. But it is good you have come early. I need a catch up with you’.
I just smile and sit down opposite him after he has given permission. He asks the people around to leave.
‘So how are things at home?’
‘Good. Nothing much, just me really,’
‘No girlfriend?’ He asks.
‘No sir. Not at the moment. Work is taking up my time at the moment,’
‘Glad to hear it. Glad indeed. Do you know what this meeting will be about?’
‘No. All I heard was that it was urgent,’
‘Top secret. And what is said must not leave these walls. Understand?’
‘Yes,’ I reply. My interest levels have risen. ‘So what exactly is it about, sir,’
‘I think I will just leave that to the meeting. Felt it would be good for you to have a warning before it starts,’
‘Sorry about being away for so long. Just I had business in St Petersburg,’
‘Well it’s good that you are here now. I missed you. You’re the only person who stops this place from falling apart,’
Being told this filled me with pride, and to some extent, was right.
‘While we’re waiting for them to arrive, let’s talk,’
‘About what?’
‘How were things in St Petersburg?’
‘Fine. If a little chaotic. Had to sort out the economic crisis that is going on there. Also dealt with the Albania’s revolutionary situation. The leader’s daughter was held hostage by the main opposition party. I sent in an agent to rescue her,’ I answer.
‘I take it that the mission was successful?’ he asks inquisitively.
‘Everything is sorted now. I must recognise the agent’s actions in the field,’
‘You want me to award him the medal of honour?’
‘Well I know I would,’


‘Fine. I will have that done asap,’ He looks at a paper on his desk and then puts it to oneside. This office is on the top floor. There are no walls, just bullet-proof glass. This gives anyone in the room a good view of the city. We are by the sea. Far off in the distance is a field of oil rigs. The room smells of cleanliness. Everything is in order: from the bust of an ex president to the flowers in vases. ‘Also sir. On the train I came across a peculiar man. With a big beard. He held the train guards at gunpoint. He seemed very strange,’
‘The man you speak of is Oleg, Konstantin Oleg. That is another thing. After this meeting I would like you to do all you can to hunt him down. Who was that agent you mentioned?’
‘Oh, er Vickrov Geredia. He’s one of our best,’
‘Ok could you contact him. We will need him if he’s really as good as you say,’ he said.
All I could do was to obey his orders. This job is what pays me. If I don’t obey then I will be fired, and that of course means no money.
‘Why is this man so important to you?’ I ask.
‘Because he’s influential. And influential rebels are always bad for governments. You seem interested in him?’
‘No. I’m merely curious,’ I lied. He looks at me for a second. Then there is a knock.
‘Enter,’ goes the president.
The door is opened by a well built man. ‘They’re here’.
In reply the president used his fingers to usher them in. They were all middle aged men in suits. They look very stately and important. They say hello to me and sit down next to me. There are not ten of us and the president now.
‘Gentlemen. I am going to be blunt with you. You are gathered here today to decide what must be done about an alien vessel which crashed in the Siberian desert last month,’ said the president.
The politicians looked a lot more interested once this was said.
‘Why wasn’t I told about this sooner?’
‘Because my other colleagues think it should be kept secret even from you. I obviously, think differently,’ he replied.
‘I think it should be kept secret. We don’t want to spread panic!’ said another.
I thought for a while in my oak seat. Then I decided to say what I thought, ‘Listen to me. I know this news is a shock to you, it is a shock to me. But we must think about this. I think that it is better that it goes public,’
You know what happens when the public are given information. They start getting ideas and there will soon be disorder,’ says an old man next to me.


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