Doomed Voyage/Untimely Arrival (Sergei Romanov Intro Blog)

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Through the pale patches of fog managing to not be swept away by the slight breeze blowing, a hazy glimmer of the moon and its cascading lighting shimmer over the docks by the Warehouse district. A huge cargo ship slowed floats in, the crew men setting anchor down dropping a wooden gangplank firmly to the docks upon arrival. The A black Hearst like limo with thick black tinted windows pulls up to the ship’s entry point. Three women https://chicagobynight.rpg-board.net/gallery/Personal-album-of-Moose/Anastasia-Inga-and-Sasha-pic_10.htm emerge from the vehicle as its parked as close as the pier will allow to the gangplank.

(NOTE: They are wearing black business suits, the pics just differentiate what they look like appearance and feature wise)

One woman https://chicagobynight.rpg-board.net/gallery/Personal-album-of-Moose/Inga-pic_6.htm opens the back door of the vehicle carrying a black Ipad/PDA device and newspaper in on hand and a dark black umbrella in the other. Another woman https://chicagobynight.rpg-board.net/gallery/Personal-album-of-Moose/Sasha-pic_9.htm stands on the other side of the gangplank. Her stock and build show the working of a very firm muscular build hiding behind her slender frame. She appears ready to receive heavy cargo from the crew men, thick black gloves worn. The final woman gets out of the driver’s side https://chicagobynight.rpg-board.net/gallery/Personal-album-of-Moose/Anastasia-pic_8.htm pulling out the key opening up the trunk of the car standing by it The crew start tying down the boat to the pier while this woman slowly walks to the gangplank standing there patiently waiting. She opens the umbrella immediately when a man https://chicagobynight.rpg-board.net/gallery/Personal-album-of-Moose/Sergei-Romanov-pic_12.htm shortly appears from the darkness that meekly exists, his hands fighting off the slight rays shadowing him as he approaches the business woman. She quickly places the umbrella over his head as he steps onto the dock.

The rest of the crew men begin unloading some suitcases and cargo which the other woman gladly accepts walking them over to the Hearst placing them in the trunk assisted by the driver for proper placement. The man walks towards the limo, lady keeping pace with the umbrella over his head. He gazes forward at his surroundings with a very astute determined walk and look on his face approaching the Hearst.

Inga “Greetings Sergei. How were you travel arrangements? “

(thick Russian accent) “Privyet (informal hello) Inga.” (staring at her sternly somewhat upset NOT answering her question) Is everything in place as ordered? I would so hate to see you lose your job for failing me.”

The driver finally shuts the trunk after receiving the last suitcase from the other black gloved woman. The driver quickly steps to the right side of the limo opening the door for the man. The other women quick to get into the driver’s side passenger door.

Inga: (checking PDA) “Your accommodations have been properly arranged, Sergei. Scheduled business meetings have been coordinated over the next several nights. The shipment is safe and secure. Your nightly Chicago Tribune newspaper as requested.”

“Privyet Anastasia.”

Taking the paper, he gets into the limo not looking her directly, not even saying another word or waiting for her possible reply. Anastasia closes the door once Sergei settles in the back seat comfortably. Inga collapses the umbrella getting into the other back seat closing her own door. Anastasia walks back over to the driver’s side door opening and closing it placing the key in the ignition.

“Privyet Sasha. (barking an order) Home immediately, Anastasia.”

Anastasia starts up the limo watching the crew men unfurl the ropes to the docks, hoisting up the anchor, heading back out to sea in the breezy pale moonlight. He stares out at the Chicago scenery, not impressed with the surroundings at all.

“So dis is de windy city of Chicago I’m not impressed.”

The limo finally comes to a warehouse front parking right beside it. Anastasia gets out of the car quickly opening the door for Sergei, closing it behind him immediately after he exits the limo. Inga gets out of the limo ready with the umbrella over Sergei’s head. Sasha get out standing by his side, bodyguard like in stature, as he stares at the dilapidated warehouse building giving it a long thorough inspection.

“Excellent choice, Inga. Dis will do.”

He walks into the building opening the creaky door effortlessly. The warehouse building stuns him as the décor turns from one of dark grey overtones to colorful hues painted brightly on the walls. Inga collapses the umbrella again.

“What is dis!!!” (clenching his fist tightly upset) “You know how I hate such things in my presence, Inga.”

Inga (somewhat panicked) “No. No Sergei, this isn’t your area. This is for conducting our day to day business for you. I’ll show you to your living quarters.”

She guides him through the place passing by several mortal amenities and rooms. Kitchen, TV room, dining room, some corporate offices, bathrooms, several bedroom living quarters, and several other areas to entertain clients, all painted up nicely for that attractive business look and feel to have favorable negotiations. She escorts him to a cellar door. Sasha quickly opens it for them.

A dank stone stairway descends into a thick darkness. He peers down it.

“Ladies ..” He waves his hand at them. “….take the night off and get settled in. How do de the Americans like to say it? Party till your heart’s content if you wish. Till I have need of you, tomorrow night. (firmly stated) Understood.”

The women turn around going to their appropriate rooms as Sergei walks down the thick stone steps. He closes the cellar doors to have the beauty in this place fade from his sight. The water droplets slightly trickling down off the walls catch his attention. He drops his obfuscate revealing his dirty hideous appearance. https://chicagobynight.rpg-board.net/gallery/Personal-album-of-Moose/Sergei-Romanov-pic_5.htm The area down here is a thick stone room of huge size and proportion; completely devoid of any light natural or otherwise. His eyes slowly adjust to the darkness once again. A make shift stone fireplace sets into one of the walls. A huge shipping crate marked “Fragile. Do Not Touch.” sets beside it.

A huge throne sits across from the fireplace along with a table and a meager lamp. Several metal sliding doors with keypads surround the walls of this place. A long stone bedlike slab sets off in the darkest corner of this huge master bedroom area with what appears to be a makeshift clothes closet. Several black suits and ties hang from wire hangars.

“At least de got dis right. Women. (shaking his head in disgust) De should know better to NOT betray me.”

He places his newspaper on the table. He walks over to the crate opening it very carefully pulling the wood slab off of its nailed confines with ease. He notices several packing peanuts, huge framed paintings heavily wrapped and protected inside it along with other memorabilia.

He unfurls out a tapestry draping snapping it to prominently displaying the Communist Russian flag of the hammer and sickle along with Vladimir Lenin’s face http://www.marijuana.pl/images/communist_flag_with_lenin.jpg on it.

He places it over by the left side of the fireplace adjusting it so that it is displayed for any who come down here.

“De way Mother Russia should be. Not de way the Americans wanted. Capitalist pigs. Your ideals were the real future of the USSR, not de one de Americans or de true Russians wanted it to be.”

He clenches his fists angrily going back to the shipping crate. He unfurls another tapestry draping snapping it to as well. A well done head shot of Adolf Hitler with the Nazi swastika for the Third Reich http://www.instablogsimages.com/images/2006/08/22/nazi_hitler.jpg blended rather well. He places it firmly on the right side of the fireplace standing at attention raising his hand salute clicking his feet together to the tapestry in acknowledgement.

“Heil Hitler. I would have followed you to de ends of the earth, Mein Fuhrer if you didn’t turn your back on me.”

He returns to the crate, reaching in delicately pulling the last masterpieceout. He slowly unwraps the painting being very careful not to damage the frame. A huge painting of a man sitting on a throne with the caption, Ivan V Alekseyevich Romanov, prominently placed at the bottom.

(staring at the painting in his hands) “Dobry vecher (Good evening) Father. How are you dis night? Your faithful son has made it to Chicago safely. You would be proud of me and what I have accomplished so far. I still curse the family especially mother and grandmother for backstabbing you.” He drifts off thinking about how things were back in Russia at that time as he admires the painting.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BsgnffnSrHo (Rammstein – Mutter English subtitled below yes ithey are speaking German, duh...lol)

He grips the frame tighter lingering in the pain of his existence, being hidden from the world once again. “Curse you women. Why betray father to Peter? What were you thinking? Did you think you wouldn’t get your just desserts from the Russian people for your slight injustices towards dem. Nyet. I think not.”

He wipes off the water droplets off the mantle setting the painting atop the fireplace mantle.

“Dere you go Father. Your proper place as it should have been. Towering above your followers leading them into the new Russian era.”

He turns around sitting down in the throne his elbow to his knee in the thinker statue position contemplating if he has made the correct move coming to Chicago ignoring the thumpings, bumpings and playful feminine noises coming from above him. He then reaches for the Chicago tribune looking over the black and white newspaper intent on finding some good new to cheer him up.