The gift

An excerpt from my eighth book 'A fateful opportunity'.

He kept visiting Café Pushkin at lunch time though he could have had his meals anywhere he wished to, but he thought he should make it easier for them and above all he liked the place.

Two days later at lunch time on Wednesday, while he was sitting next to his table; it was already reserved as his table to his pleasant surprise, he saw her crossing the café's entrance.

By God she's a dazzling beauty, he thought excited watching her approaching his table smiling. He stood up to welcome her and while shaking her hand he pulled her gently to his chest and kissed her on both her cheeks. It made her laugh but when they sat down facing each other, he noticed that she liked his warm welcome.

She's sure that I'm on their side with all my heart. He concluded relieved and satisfied realizing that his audacious welcome did not upset her; another good omen was the fact it passed without drawing any particular attention of the other guests, which were present there at that hour.

'So when did you arrive?' She asked him as if meeting him surprised her, and as if she had no idea about his landing and doings in Moscow.

'I've landed at the early afternoon hours of last Monday, and I'm staying at the Ist Vest Hotel.' Boris answered her according to the game rules that she dictated. 'I've brought you a gift,' he hastened to pull out the small box containing the necklace he had to give her, and handed it to her.

She opened up the tiny box and examined her gift. 'Oh thank you how nice of you and I like it.' She said politely while unlocking the miniscule lock to set the necklace on her neck, and she locked it again without the slightest difficulty letting the main jewel hang on her bosom.

A waiter arrived at their table and the small talk had to be cut off. They ordered exchanged a few more insignificant words up to the waiter's return, and then eat in silence, while Boris could not hide his admiration due to her exotic beauty.

At the end of the meal and over the black coffee she watched him with a business like gaze and said:

'We'll leave together a car waits for us, and there's someone who wishes to see you.'

Boris paid the bill plus a generous tip, and they went out.

A ZIL 114 with a chauffeur was parked near the pavement opposite the entrance. The chauffeur left his seat and hurried to open the car's rear door to them. Vera entered and sat down, while Boris circled the car  and entered through the opposite rear door. The chauffeur closed the rear door returned to his seat and off they went.

© Haim ksdman June the 4^th 2013 " all rights reserved.

Reviews

[Emily B]

i enjoyed the story very much, so many ingriguing directions this could take

[Haim Kadman]

Thanks very much Emily I'm glad you liked it.

[SyberRose]

Thank you for posting Haim...I assume the 114 is a limosine?Rose:)

[Haim Kadman]

Yes you're right Rose, and I'm one who has to express my thanks to you.