Oleg Krachev was getting into his rhythm now. He began to thrust even more eagerly as he felt the explosion start to well up inside of him. The girl underh him was trying her hardest to match the sheer frequend variety of the Russian』s movements but he roving too much for her. Her small naked body was covered in a thin film of perspiration mixed with the Russian』s saliva and semen. Iwo years as a prostitute, she had never met a man who could keep going as long as he had. He had picked her up from the Great Boss hostess nightclub isimshatsui distrid paid her bar fine for the night. This had amouo some ten thousand dollars paid in cash plus another five thousand which he had slipped into her hands. What the hell, he was going to be a rich man soon.
They were in a small villa in the bustling but seedy Kowloon ercial distriongkok, which rented rooms out by the hour. Every one and a half minutes or so, the deafening sound of aircraft thundered above them as skilled pilots brought them in to land at nearby Kai Tak airport, Hong Kong』s revived sed iional airport, which served all of Asia. Krachev rolled the girl around and half plastering her against the wall of the room, he proceeded t the session to clusion. The ese girl winced in pain and bit on her lower lip, drawing blood. Then it was all over as the Russian』s spasms slowed and she felt the dead weight of his body on her. Smallish hands pushed at the Russian』s hairy chest urging him to get off her.
Krachev rolled over and reached for a packet of Dunhill cigarettes lying on a cheap IKEA bedside table o the bed. The girl curled up into a ball with her hands between her legs.
「That was very good yeah?」 Krachev asked her, smiling and lighting a cigarette.
「Yes,」 she responded nonchalantly. That was the most hard-earned five thousand dollars she had made in her entire life.
「Tomorrow night you and me again OK?」 he asked her. The girl shook her head in disagreement.
「No OK, tomorrow I visit my mother,」 she explained, somewhat unnecessarily.
「That』s fug great,」 Krachev said, mimig a New York at. Then he swore at her in Russian. The girl said nothing. Krachev rolled out of bed and began to put on his clothes. The girl stared at him through bleary eyes. Her sweat-soaked hair lastered against her forehead and she was breathing heavily. She couldn』t have been more than fifteen or sixteen years old. He threw a five hundred dollar note on the bed and walked out of the room. The girl held the money against her almost-flat chest and began to cry.
Oleg Krachev was on a high. He had just landed in Hong Kong that day and being familiar with the round-the-clock availability of underage girls in Mongkok, from his KGB days, had made that his first order of business. The sed order of business would have to wait until tomorrow. Then he would have in his possession what robably the world』s most powerful quantum chip and after that who knew? Retirement? Oleg Krachev felt his time in the sun was tantalizingly close.
Ever sihe Komitet Gosudarstvennoi Bezopasnosti, B, was dismantled in 1991, Oleg Krachev had found himself all at sea, a young rising star drowning in the depths of ever-ging state bureaucracies. First, the reanization of the KBG by President Gorbachev had seen Krachev, like many others, reassigned from Division VII, the unit responsible for unications, cryptology and es, to the newly created Federal terintelligence Service or FSK. For years Krac