Heroes of the Revolution

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Posted: 4 yrs
Because Viktoria wanted to keep her occupation a secret, she travelled seventy kilometres by bus each morning to a city where she knew nobody.

Today was the first of November and the familiar landscape was lost under a covering of still pristine snow. Gazing through the bus window, Viktoria's thoughts turned to Ivan, her husband of two years.

He had changed since she started her new job. Often in a bad mood, forever criticising her appearance and housekeeping. Worst of all, on two or three days each week he would drink to excess and become abusive, regularly accusing her of being unfaithful.

Beneath a snow filled sky Oleg Gavrilenko felt every one of his fifty-six years as he picked his way carefully to the door of his small shop. He felt in his thick check overcoat for his keys and stooped to unlock the metal security grill.

Once inside he silenced the flashing alarm, raised the blinds and switched the door sign to Open. His shop, grandly titled, Computer Sales and Service, sold a range of cheap tablets, reconditioned laptops and accessories.

He had started the business ten years ago after leaving his government position in Moscow and rapidly relocating to his present country. At the time he had been married with a son, but his wife resentful of their situation and homesick, had long since returned to Russia.

As Oleg waited for the kettle to boil, he opened his laptop and logged on to his favourite site, knowing that soon Viktoria would be coming online.

As her bus reached the outskirts of the city, Viktoria thought back to the first day at Zenith Studios. It had been May, only a few months ago, when she had been shown into the ****istrator's office.

Magda, elegant in designer jeans and an Armani top, large sunglasses perched on top of her short blonde hair had welcomed her effusively.

"Darling, I am so pleased to see you. Here we can make all your dreams come true. Do you have a dream?"

Viktoria told her about the teenage years spent in an orphanage and how she still dreamed of a home of her own.

"For many of our users you will be their dream. The time you spend with them, your smile of welcome, the fact you remember their name. If you work hard and follow our simple rules you will be able to turn what seems an impossible dream into reality."

As Viktoria left the room to begin work, Magda was already dialing her contact in Moscow.

Reaching the heavy smoked glass door of her workplace, Viktoria recalled how at the end of that first shift Magda had appeared in her room.

"Well done, darling! Before you go send this guy a friend request and a nice message."

The note she stuck to Viktoria's monitor read: Oleg55.

Her shift over for the day, Viktoria left the studio. Bundled in sweater and fur lined coat, she crossed the road by the statue honouring heroes of the revolution. Her boots sloshed through the dirty melting snow; ' how beautiful it had looked from the bus,' she thought.

Oleg had left a message on her work social media account: 'Room booked @ Metropole, see u 5pm.' The display on her phone indicated she was ten minute early.

The hotel stood tall and gaunt against the darkening sky. He sat legs splayed at a low round table, a glass of amber liquid and a bottle of tonic next to his pack of Marlboro Red.

"Hi, you are on time, looking good," she smiled a brief acknowledgement as they walked through the faded opulence of the hotel's deserted reception area.

"Which room?"

"It's 210, second floor, they have a lift."

"You go, I will take the stairs, leave the door open," she replied, before transferring her attention to a carousel of paperback novels with lurid catchpenny covers.

Standing on the still hotel corridor Viktoria counted the gold numbers mounted on the solid doors. As she reached the one standing ajar she checked both ways before entering.

Oleg sat on the bed in just a pair of shorts. He watched as she placed her bag and coat on a leather tub chair. His mouth felt dry as in one smooth movement she removed her sweater revealing the creamy tops of her massive breasts cradled invitingly in a black lace bra.

Sitting by him on the bed, she let him touch her for the first time.

"You need a shower Oleg, go, I will prepare myself."

Viktoria waited until she heard the noise of the water before taking from her bag the small Stechkin revolver.

"Small, deadly and so silent, darling," Magda had assured her earlier, as they said a final goodbye whilst the ****istrator deleted Viktoria's profile from the studio's database.
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