The Kremlin

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The Kremlin

The Red Square

An excerpt

Once outside in the cold early afternoon, Paul felt much better. He did not bother to check surveillance, he knew they were behind and in front of him; two crews at least plus a car or two to facilitate the exchanges to prevent exposure.

He had a short minute of elation of having won the bizarre game; he did not succumb to temptation, to beastly urges out of fear or self pity. It did encourage him a bit his small victory, but it was not over yet. His days in this hostile capital were numbered. He did not think they will bother to bump him off, he was not that important and he was ‘burned’ from the very beginning, he did not manage to harm any of their interests yet.

It seems as if they were informed of my arrival long before I’ve boarded the plane that flew me over here, though it’s just an assumption " a wild one. He kept brooding turning thoughts in his mind, as he was walking among the few pedestrians on the broad pavement.

After some twenty minutes of walking in a regular pace, he reached the Red Square with the Kremlin towering far off at its end. In comparison to its huge dimensions, the Red Square could be termed as empty. Paul could see a few dots of individuals or a bit bigger specks of tiny groups here and there, the gaps between them were rather wide. It made him smile with satisfaction; he was right his pursuers will have to stay behind far behind.

He went with a quick step up to the square’s heart, and turned around in every direction, a shade of a smile lingered on his face. Come on; get your binoculars, your telescopes, your electronic gadgets, you miserable devils! He almost shouted with delight. In other circumstance, in close range it would have been a stupid mistake, but they may conclude from that far range that I’m impressed by those rare sights. So I’d better recall where I’m and be rather cautious. He reminded himself in a second thought. He roamed there a few more moments, got closer to the Kremlin wall, walked along it and watched the impressive towers; but as it grew darker under the clouded sky, Paul decided to return to his hotel " he had enough for one day.

He noticed two of his pursuers as he left the square, they must have lost their patience " or have they suspected that he might meet someone under their noses… He had to bite his lower lip not to laugh in their faces. But just fifteen minutes later while he tried in vain to hail a cab, he was not hilarious anymore. The several empty cabs that passed him without stopping were a bad omen, he was left with two options the underground or walk back.

Take care my boy, open your eyes! He told himself with growing apprehension. They’re after your hide! Don’t forget it. He went on thinking quite perturbed. He preferred to walk on the wide pavement, feeling much safer among the few pedestrians, than descend the bad lighted underground stairs and passages, and push his way in a dense crowd " where anyone could stab him with a syringe needle or some pointed and poisonous umbrella end.

© Haim Kadman January 2015 " all rights reserved.

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