Free Traffyck by Michael Beres Page A

his followers seeing fit to create this symbol, a symbol he knew was shared with a so-called religious organization.
    It was ironic this symbol be used for his compound, because his beliefs had changed radically over the years. Despite what he taught his followers, he now believed religion served a universal purpose as yet undiscovered. The planet Earth, functioning on a much larger time scale, and in order to regenerate itself and begin anew, evolves creatures to destroy all life so the basic elements can begin again with a clean slate.
    His own life was a representation for the theory. As a boy in Moscow, he had been trafficked to the Moldavian Republic and used by many so-called men—brutes who admired his lanky frame. Then, as a young man, he escaped to the Ukraine Republic, and there he found religion. Yet, like everything else in this changing world, religion had failed him and he’d become the trafficker, until Chernobyl changed everything.
    When moonlight no longer shone on the symbol of his compound, Pyotr climbed the stairs to the sleeping loft. The steep stairs symbolized turning points in his life—his childhood climb to escape torment in the Moldavian Republic, his brief stay at the monastery in Kiev, his entry into the business of trafficking, his creation of the compound for Chernobyl victims, and finally his alteration of this dark world when he discovered he could so easily make use of SBU Deputy Anatoly Lyashko and Father Vladimir Ivanovich Rogoza.

CHAPTER
SIX
    Mariya Nemeth walked quickly from the parking lot to the terminal at Kiev’s Borispol Airport, glancing back to be certain she was not followed. In the parking lot she saw a brown station wagon behind her in the aisles, but other cars had also driven up and down aisles looking for parking spots. Inside the terminal, she confirmed the gate number of the outgoing Aerosvit flight to New York and, after going through security, stopped at a ladies’ room and stayed inside for some time. The departing flight at which she was to meet Janos Nagy did not leave for two hours. A long stay in the ladies’ room would discourage anyone following her.
    At the gate, Mariya found a seat in a corner near the windows. From there she could see everyone in the waiting area, and also new arrivals. She sat nearly an hour, watching as activity increased at the gate desk and the waiting area filled with what seemed mostly business people. She also looked all business because she wore a skirt, blouse, and jacket. Yes, the business of determining who murdered Viktor and why, the business of finding out about the vengeance of God or of those who made themselves into gods.
    On the way down the long hallway to the gate, Mariya had seen billboards advertising casinos and “dance clubs.” Two of the clubs were familiar because several years ago she had worked at them. The billboards for the clubs were grouped among billboards for restaurants and apartment rental agencies and warnings to Ukraine’s youth about trafficking recruitment scams. The billboards for the dance clubs, run by the Mogilevich syndicate when she worked there, used idiot names for dancers … Hers had been Kimmy.
    As Mariya waited at the gate, she saw a huge man walk past who could have been Igor, a bouncer at one of the dance clubs. When the man glanced her way and smiled, Mariya ignored him, and he got into the boarding line. Outside the window, multicolored suitcases on a conveyor resembled pills being fed to the plane … Birth control pills taken in order to avoid pregnancy. Her marriage to Viktor was to have been a time of joy and promise for the future, a time of financial freedom and Viktor’s escape from the adult video business. As for children, she and Viktor had discussed the possibility. Viktor had been the one to bring it up…
    The man who stood above her in a wrinkled blue suit, green and red tie, and multicolored shirt had disheveled salt and pepper hair, bushy black eyebrows, and thick