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accent, he
knew instantly who his captor was.
    “ LITCHFELD,” he said using
the Russian form of Thomas’s name.
    “ DO YOU KNOW WHAT THE FUCK
YOU ARE YOU DOING?” he demanded as his blurry eyes began to focus
on Thomas’s face as a pair of black soulless eyes stared back
him.
    “ Spare me the tantrums,
Oleg,” Thomas answered calmly.
    “ THE PRESIDENTS WON’T STAND
FOR THIS,” Oleg said desperately.
    Thomas looked at the man. He chose not to
respond to the statement.
    “ Oleg, you are my prisoner
because I am claiming the right of qan dashar on behalf of my
daughter’s grandfather.”
    “ Qan dashar?”
    He appeared confused before it suddenly
dawned on him. Oleg’s venom returned in full force.
    “ FUCKING JELEPS CANNOT CLAIM
THAT RIGHT, YOU PRIZA!” Oleg said referring to Nara’s previous
position. “Poshel na knuy,“ he said, meaning “fuck you.”
    Still Thomas said nothing.
    Because Oleg knew that he was only moments
from death, he decided to go out with pride. He started
laughing.
    “ I always knew that bitch
gave the best blowjobs! I just never expected just how good!” he
said continuing with an evil laugh that echoed around the
room.
    Thomas’s eyes narrowed. The demon in his soul
surfaced.
    “ I bet the bitch didn’t tell
you the words you’re supposed to say when honor is claimed,” he
taunted Thomas. Still Thomas said nothing.
    “ Before you kill me,
Englishman, you should know that your bitch and her mother had
screamed like little piglets when I took them,” he said as he spat
on the floor.
    “ Seniň mertebe bolmak meniň
mertebe,” meaning “Your fate is my honor,” Thomas whispered as he
lifted Oleg’s famous gold pistol and pointed it at him and fired,
taking his head off his spinal cord as he riddled with it all the
bullets of the magazine in the process.

It wasn’t long after that Nara had told him
that day in their bedroom of what had happened that it transpired
by a strange coincidence Oleg’s own bodyguard had killed him with
his own pistol before disappearing in Ashgabat.
    It was even stranger, when it was reported
that the bodyguard also had turned up dead in Dubai with his throat
cut and an ear missing less than a week later.
    Although the news only made Sky News and The
Times of London as a minor item, in Turkmenistan it was about as
significant as news got for he was considered a powerful man with
connections to the Government.
    The police and the government both promised
to investigate, but despite reported intense efforts being made
throughout the country nobody so far, had been caught for the
murders.
    Nara came breathlessly running into his study
upon The Libertine that were moored of the coast of the sky blue
waters of the Aeolian Islands with her hair loose, wearing a sarong
around her waist. She wore an orange sexy bikini top to tell him of
the gift that had been granted from Allah to her and mama. He knew
instantly why.
    “ Thomas!” she said, not
stopping to draw breath, her breasts moving up and down
seductively. “Mama says the pig is dead!” she announced
excitedly.
    Without a word, Thomas smiled at her, pulled
out a walnut polished box from his desk drawer then got up and
walked around the desk until he came to stand in front of her.
Pausing for a moment, he looked into her seductive brown eyes.
    “ Open it, Darling,” he
ordered softly, giving it to her whilst stroking her hair away from
her face gently with his other hand.
    Thinking it was just another one of his gifts
of guilt that he had bought her as a way of an apology since that
terrible afternoon of few weeks ago, Nara’s face immediately showed
intense disappointment.
    “ He doesn’t understand!” she
thought.
    Nevertheless she did as he told her.
    Upon setting eyes on the box’s contents that
lay on green velvet, she quickly stared straight back up him in
shock and awe.
    “ It’s the p-i-g’s pistol!”
she exclaimed, recognizing it straight away.
    “ Is this his animal’s