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asked the President.
    “It’s the D-6,”
Mika hissed.
    “No! D-6? Come
on that’s an urban legend.”
    Legend aka
the CIA, had it that after the war, the paranoid Stalin had built a deeper and
more extensive Metro system below the Moscow Metro. This purported Metro, the
‘D-6’ supposedly linked various ministries and key installations and doubled
down as a mega bunker in case of a fallout with the West. Legend, again the CIA
book of facts, suggested that Stalin’s orders had been carried out well beyond the
initial scope.
    Feigning
curiosity, Otto shook his head smugly. He probably deserved another punch. Mika
went into motion. Fist tightened. Elbow in line with Otto’s face. Pull back… and
boom.
    Instead of
receiving the punch politely, Otto dodged the hurtling fist. As Mika’s knuckles,
with an incredibly poor coefficient of drag, a lowly 0.5, searched for some skin,
the butt of an AK 108 rifle with a better coefficient of drag (0.3), crashed
into Mika’s skull.
    The Police
dudes patrolling this secret railway encircled the survivors. Marat and Vlad also
met with rifle butts and collapsed like a sack of rotten cabbage.
    President
Petrova was more surprised than scared. There were still a ton of people milling
around them.
    “Hey what
the fuck….I thought…” protested Petrova.
    “Sorry for
the inconvenience Madam. We still mean no harm to Russia or… you, the
President. It’s just precautions,” announced an ebullient Otto. “Our guys will
take care of your guards. Trust me it’s for their own good. They won’t be
harmed…”
    “Otto, I
don’t trust your brutes…”
    “Oh a small
correction… they are your brutes.”
     
     
     
    “Take me
to this weapon.”
    “Absolutely
Madam, this way please.”
    As Otto
and the President walked, the new guards formed a security cordon around her. A
few onlookers tried to observe, but the President’s entourage shooed them away.
    “Ok. So if
this isn’t the D-6, is this an extension of the Moscow metro? What line is
this?”
    “Madam, the
D-6 is real… but rather unspectacular. Unlike…”
    “Unlike?”
    “Rossiya-2
or R2”
    “There is
an R2?”
    “Yes.”
    “My head
is spinning.”
    “Of course
Madam, totally understandable… this way please, Madam I present to you the
Express One.”
    They stood
in front of a sexy streamlined, fast looking train, whose livery beautifully
complemented the Russian flag.
    “Express
One – The Presidential Train. Trust me Madam, this is sort of the train’s
maiden journey.”
    “No one’s
ever ridden it?”
    “It’s been
waiting for you.”
    “Aww.”
     
     
     
    As Otto
and the President strapped in, a group of stewardesses buzzed around efficiently.
They offered everything from caviar to king crabs.
    “Alright
Otto, shoot,” ordered Petrova.
    “Ya like I
said, the D-6 exists, but it’s just a glorified taxi service for the FSB brass…
ill planned, underutilized.”
    “Well I
will add it to my agenda. So whats up with your Rossiya-2 or R2 is this some
secret metro below the D-6 built by Beria and Yezhov?”
    “Not those
buffoons Madam. No way. Haha, Beria… what an excuse for a security chief. No,
this train, this station, this network is bigger than anything you can
imagine.”
    “Bigger
than the D-6?”
    “Think Bigger...”
    “Bigger
than the Moscow Metro and D6 put together?”
    “Bigger.”
    “Shanghai
Metro?”
    “Try even bigger.”
    “Otto you
are nice and all. But I am getting a little tired of your antics. Its 3AM, well
past my nappy time ….”
    “Madam, I
got three words.”
    “Hurry the
fuck up.”
    “ Underground
Trans-Siberian. ”

Chapter 12
    Beneath Moscow
     
    “ Underground
Trans-Siberian ?” Anna Petrova stumbled with her thoughts.
    As the
stunned President was bombarded with reiterations on the scale of this secret railway,
the maglev train chugged out of the Kremlin Station.
    Its
cruising speed was a cool 1941 Km/hr on the long and sexy maglev tracks.