#old debts

[mulatovengativo]

She was a smart little white bitch... She understood that the world had changed, that she was on the losing side, and there were old bills to pay. She allowed himself to be captured without a fight. I fucked her because it was my right as a conqueror, but i missed resistence... frankly her submision was kind of borint. Finally I gave her as a slave to one of my sisters.

[crewman-penelope]

Old Debts

third part of the Safin/Tatjana Serie. Read on AO3 FINISHED!

Fandom: James Bond / Rami Malek

Chapters : 21 of 21

Characters : Lyutsifer Safin, Tatjana Safin ofc, Luc Dupont omc, Marie Dupont ofc, James Bond, Moneypenny, Q, M, Felix Leiter, William Tanner, Blackmarket tycoon Yuri omc, Secretary of state for defence Ben Wallance

Relationship : Lyutsifer Safin / OFC Character, James Bond / Eve Moneypenny 

Warning : lemon🍋, crime, terrorism, espionage, double-cross, dub-con, death scenario💀, racism, politic drama, apartheid subject , torture 🔪

Rating : MA

Gene: Crime / Drama / Terrorism 

Summary : New terror cells got their hands on Safin's weapon via the russian blackmarket, and neither Safin nor Bond are pleased. Not to speak of the FBI, the CIA and the MI6. 

Note : non of the characters belong to me, nor get I any money from it. This fanfiction is written for entertaining purpose only.

Chapters:

#01 #02 #03 #4 #5🍋 #6 #7 #8🔪 #9 #10🔪🍋 #11 #12 #13💀 #14🍋 #15🍋 #16 #17 #18 #19💀 #20 #21

[azzycreates]

Old Debts - A Leopold Strauss Redemption Arc

It’s finally back, and chapter 1 has been released.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19474321/chapters/46355827

@cowboyringostarr

[crewman-penelope]

Old Debts

Fandom: James Bond / Rami Malek

Chapters : 2 of 21

Characters : Lyutsifer Safin, Tatjana Safin ofc, Luc Dupont omc, Marie Dupont ofc, James Bond, Moneypenny, Q, M, Felix Leiter, William Tanner, Blackmarket tycoon Yuri omc, Secretary of state for defence Ben Wallance

Relationship : Lyutsifer Safin / OFC Character, James Bond / Eve Moneypenny 

Warning : Lemon, crime, terrorism, espionage, double cross, dub-con, death scenario, racism, politic drama, apartheid subject 

Rating : MA

Gene: Crime / Drama / Terrorism 

Summary : New terror cells got their hands on Safin's weapon via the russian blackmarket, and neither Safin nor Bond are pleased. Not to speak of the FBI, the CIA and the MI6. 

Note : non of the characters belong to me, nor did I get any money from it. This fanfiction is written for entertaining purpose only.

2. I couldn't take one more step

Bond woke up alone in his bed. Stretching his body on the white sheets he felt sorry for himself. No warm body to nestle at. For a moment he rested on his back and stared at the ceiling. A fan twirled slowly on it, the rotor blades playing with the beam of the morning sun to throw light and shadows on Bond's bare chest.

Bond rubbed his face and felt his stubbles. He had become lazy. The sun, the beach, the BBQ, the scotch, the beer, the Martini…

He had paused - he wouldn't say stopped - the run in the morning, and it showed. Swimming alone helped not to stop the muscle loss by age. One day, soon he feared, Eve would say something. Or stay away. That would be worst. Ghosted by his lover.

He got up, disgusted by himself about this weak self-pity he drowned himself in and walked naked into the kitchen to drink a glass of water. Then he went to the bathroom and peed long. Too long, maybe. Thirsty and a weak bladder.

Perhaps a visit to the local hospital was in need. To check his blood sugar.

He sighed and put on shorts. Today was the day to start sport again. There was no way to procrastinate this. If he didn't start today, he would let slide it, finding every morning another excuse.

So he went down to his beach and breathed in the fresh air. The rest of slumber was immediately wiped away.

His beach - HIS by the kindness of a frenemy - laid still and peaceful in front of him.

He started to stretch, warming up by movement and the higher getting sun, and eventually got in a calm jog. The soft sand underneath his feet were cold and crunchy, and Bond felt shortly his calf muscles. He ignored the fine pain, knowing in time it would disappear. He managed half a mile before he had to stop, his hand on his chest. His heart drummed like crazy, and he could hear his blood rushing in his ear. With his hands on his hips he caught his breath and waited until his pulse was calm again. Then he strolled down to the licking waves to jog on the solid, wet sand there until he arrived his cabin again.

He didn't went inside but got deeper in the water, hissing in air, the deeper he walked in. The sun had made a good job to warm um the water line, but the water became colder the deeper one went in.

Bond kneeled down and shoved the refreshing water on his chest and arms to get accustom to the temperature before he went deeper. But not too deep. He had learned on the hard tour the small dangers of the beach water.

Pointy sea urchins and crayfishes, painful at the least, poisoned at the worst.

Avoiding touching the ground he chest swam until his neck acted lightly up. He turned on his back and let his body drift, paddling then back to his beach.

Refreshed, a bit proud and already feeling the natural endorphin he was ready to make breakfast.

Black coffee, fresh orange juice, scrambled eggs and a lot of toast. Simple but his favourite.

Bond just had sat down as his phone rang. Normally he would be annoyed to get disturb by his breakfast, but the ringtone let him know it was Eve.

"Yes, my darling?"

"James." Eve's voice sounded pressed and low.

Bond tensed up. "What's the matter, Eve?"

"I know you have no tellie, but you should look up the news on your phone. Call me back after it?"

"What are you talking about?", Bond asked alarmed back.

"The breath of chaos is back."

For a moment Bond didn't know what to say. Safin… Safin what have you done?

"Let me have a look.", he mumbled and disconnected the call to browse the news feed.

With growing horror he read the news and looked at the picture. Chaos indeed. He couldn't believe his eyes, nevertheless the pictures were too familiar. South Africa was defeated, utterly destroyed, by this terror attack on all three capital cities.

He found a link to a video and flinched as he heard the familiar voice of Lyutsifer Safin. His figure covered by shadows, his warm and demanding tone was easy to recognize. Bond listened with a mix of growing anger as also sadness to the message. The anarchist didn't deny his part, but expressed his disappointment, how his cleansing weapon was used.

"It was never our intention to break down a harmless and developing country like South Africa. We wished to destroy the Capitalism and the governments of rich countries like the US, to give undeveloped countries the possibility to get strength and become more powerful on the market. Now we all have to fight the consequences. I promise I shall not rest to find the middle man, who was in charge of this action."

Well, let's see how this will work out., Bond thought tiresome and drank his orange juice. His appetite was gone.

I'm so bold to tag other writers in hope of input. I have no beta reader at the moment and would be very thankful if someone could point out at least big mistakes or logic mistakes? Please let me know if the tagging is annoying you, then I shall stop it of course.

@edteche2 @dorminchu @poptod @thefluffiestseahorse @rathernotmyname

[crewman-penelope]

Old Debts

Fandom: James Bond / Rami Malek

Chapters : 6 of 21

Characters : Lyutsifer Safin, Tatjana Safin ofc, Luc Dupont omc, Marie Dupont ofc, James Bond, Moneypenny, Q, M, Felix Leiter, William Tanner, Blackmarket tycoon Yuri omc, Secretary of state for defence Ben Wallance

Relationship : Lyutsifer Safin / OFC Character, James Bond / Eve Moneypenny

Warning : Lemon, crime, terrorism, espionage, double cross, dub-con, death scenario, racism, politic drama, apartheid subject

Rating : MA

Gene: Crime / Drama / Terrorism

Summary : New terror cells got their hands on Safin's weapon via the russian blackmarket, and neither Safin nor Bond are pleased. Not to speak of the FBI, the CIA and the MI6.

Note : non of the characters belong to me, nor did I get any money from it. This fanfiction is written for entertaining purpose only.

6. A family picnic

Bond had set a BBQ at the beach and covered the grill with differed vegetables as with fresh caught fish. He wasn't prepared for Safin taste, though, but by the circumstances he had to take what Bond could give him.

Setting up more chairs he felt stupid. A great part of the African continent was in panic, and he wondered about his host qualities. 

As he made sure there were enough juice for the twins, he looked after the fish and mixed up salad. Bond was quite proud about his meal, all given by nature and nothing brought from the main land. 

A sailing boat appeared on time, its white sail and flag bright in the sunlight. Bond could hear the cheer of the boys already. He grinned. He adores the boys, even that he couldn't handle the energy more the two days in a row. Bond had no idea how Tatjana managed, but she had at least Marie as helping hand. 

He waved, his heart heavy, but his face cheerful, watching the twins jumping in the water. Like little seals the boys paddled to the beach to greet Bond with wet hugs. 

"Uncle James, uncle James!", the boys laughed and jumped up and down. Bond couldn't hide his joy, even if he wanted. The twins were as always in glee and started to check the grill.

"He hey hey.. Matvei, careful! It's hot!", Bond warned one of the twins. The boy rolled his eyes. "Boah! I'm Maksimilian, can't you see that?" 

Bond laughed loud out. "Of course not. You're twins!" 

The boy giggled and behind Bond Safin's rasp voice started: "Actually, that is Matvei. Don't get fooled, James." 

"Och papaaa!", the twins groaned unison disappointed and Bond turned around. 

Safin stepped out of the water on the beach, his trouser legs wet, his foot bare and held up a hand. "James. Thank you for letting us be here." 

"Lyutsifer.", James shook his hand and turned then to Tatjana, who walked behind Safin out of the water. He could see Luc, Safin right hand, tying up the boat. 

And he recognized the slightly swollen cheek in Tatjana's face, as also her tired eyes.

What happened here?, he wondered and looked back at Safin's calm face. 

Nothing of your business, the expression told him. 

Bond let it slide and greeted Tatjana enthusiastic with a hug. 

"Are we all hungry? I hope so..", he smiled and gestured to the table. 

Tatjana took soon over and got the twins to settle down at the table to pour them juice in, while Safin looked over the food. Bond watched them, hands in his trouser pockets and waits for Luc to join them. 

"How is it?", he asked lowly Safin's right hand as Luc stood aside him. 

"Tense.", the man muttered. 

Bond nodded to himself and walked with Luc to the table. He liked the man. Calm and collected, always knowing what Safin was up to, able to read his bosses emotions. 

While Luc joined Tatjana and the boys at the table Bond stepped to Safin and turned the fish. 

"I have to be in London tomorrow morning.", he told him. 

Safin looked at him. "Ready to play?" 

“MI6 wants to hunt you down. I myself would like to find the resistance cell who is in charge of the attack.", Bond made his priority clear. 

" So do I.", Safin answered and took a plate. Bond watched him and waited for more. By the way Safin prepared the plate it became clear to him Safin was fixing a plate for Tatjana and not for himself. 

" We're starting in Moscow. We have a friend there who may know a middleman, who may know a seller.." 

Bond grunted. "I see. Will you give me Infos, if you have news?" 

Safin paused a moment. "I don't know if that is a good idea. It could get you in trouble. And I want them punish myself." 

Bond watched Safin's body language and knew he was already hiding information. He was indeed tense. 

"I want to help, Safin. For Tatjana's sake.", he told him lowly and started to make a plate for himself. 

"I know that and I am grateful. I only think I gave you trouble enough." 

"I can't hold your family safe -" 

"They will come with me.", Safin interrupt Bond. "After the incident with spectre I shall not let her or the boys alone." 

Bond breathed deep in. "You will draw them in danger. Wouldn't a safe house be better?" 

This time Safin turned his body to Bond and stared at him with this intense looking grey eyes. "Like the one I took Tatjana out the last time you mean?" 

He turned away without giving Bond a chance to answer and went to the table to hand Tatjana a plate. 

Bond, his half-filled plate in his hand, watched him making a fuss about her and the twins. Bad coincidence, he guessed. 

He focused as Luc came to fill a plate and shook his head. 

"You can't speak sense into him. He already made up his mind.", the soldier told him. 

"I know. I know.", Bond sighed.

Taglist: @dorminchu @edteche2 @poptod @thefluffiestseahorse @rathernotmyname

[crewman-penelope]

Old Debts

Fandom: James Bond / Rami Malek

Chapters : 9 of 21

Characters : Lyutsifer Safin, Tatjana Safin ofc, Luc Dupont omc, Marie Dupont ofc, James Bond, Moneypenny, Q, M, Felix Leiter, William Tanner, Blackmarket tycoon Yuri omc, Secretary of state for defence Ben Wallance

Relationship : Lyutsifer Safin / OFC Character, James Bond / Eve Moneypenny

Warning : Lemon🍋, crime, terrorism, espionage, double cross, dub-con, death scenario💀, racism, politic drama, apartheid subject, torture 🔪

Rating : MA

Gene: Crime / Drama / Terrorism

Summary : New terror cells got their hands on Safin's weapon via the russian blackmarket, and neither Safin nor Bond are pleased. Not to speak of the FBI, the CIA and the MI6.

Note : non of the characters belong to me, nor did I get any money from it. This fanfiction is written for entertaining purpose only.

9. .. but the bureau don't fall in love with you

Bond entered the MI6 building with the feeling this was a terrible idea. Looking around he saw the old furniture but young and fresh faces. Beside one.

William Tanner, chef of staff, stood at the visitor desk, as always a file under his arm, and grinned wider than he should.

Bond strolled casually over to Tanner and offer a hand. "Don't hug me.", he muttered, embarrassed by Tanner's glee expression.

"I hold myself barely together.", Tanner smiled. "Can't say that for the others. Eve for example."

Bond smirked. Tanner's positivity was infecting. He was suddenly eager to proceed.

"Well, we shouldn't let M waiting. Shall we?"

Eve greeted him coldly and professional but could not hide the warmth in her eyes. Bond hadn't thought different. "Moneypenny. A sight for sore eyes as always.", he greeted her back and fished for her hand. She allowed him to kiss her knuckles, her facial expression fitting to his theatrical gesture, while calling him in with a pencil. "Mr. Bond is here, Sir." - Outch!, Bond thought - while Tanner opened the leather covered door already.

The scent of leather, cologne and paper, the scent of work, hit Bond as he entered M's office. A familiar and surprising soothing smell.

Bond smiled cockily at M before nodding to Ben Wallace, the Secretary of State for defence. "Sir."

Wallace nodded back with a serious impression and sat down. Bond eyed M and waited until he sat down before doing the same.

A moment of hesitation accord as M poured out Brandy for the three men, what Bond despised and Wallace ignored.

"Well, Sir?" Bond pushed M.

"Perhaps you start, Bond."

Bond. Again. Not doubleO, not 007, just Bond. A relict, too old to play, but still alive..

Bond reflected shortly what he could say, irritated that he felt on the wrong side. This wasn't his fight. Only the circumstance that R was involved, Tatjana, and the kids, and Safin..

He shook his head and started: "I saw the incidence after Eve called me -"

“Eve?", Wallace interrupted him.

Bond changed a look with M.

"Please use the proper code names and talk as short as possible.", M spoke firm.

Bond nodded agreeing. "I got a call from Moneypenny. My last job as a double0 before my retirement concerned 'the breath of chaos', the nerve gas attacks-"

The Secretary of State for defence waved inpatient.

Bond cleared his throat and paused a moment, just enough to make clear that he was here by free will and emotion of duty, not as an animal of the SsD.

"Six years ago this new gas was sold to special anarchy and terrorist cells in the US as also the Red Land. The income of the following attacks is still to see in the world market. After that the Manufacturer retired"

"Why?", the SsD interrupted again.

Bond bit his inner cheeks. "He got a life. A wife. Kids. The usual."

The moment his words left his tongue he knew the next question.

"You seemed awfully informed about this…" Wallace looked at a clipboard resting on his knees. "Luficer Safin? Quite a big name, wouldn’t you say so?"

Bond suddenly wished to smoke. Only good up growing and manners held him back to ask for allowance, knowing it would M stress out to deny Bond's request.

"The word we should focus on is frenemy.", Bond joked lamely.

M gave him a stern look.

"Is that so? Explain yourself.", the SsD ordered.

"Lyutsifer Safin is a former spectre member and assassin, whose plan was to kill half of the earth population. Thankfully one of our employees, R, was able to… shove him in a different, more peaceful direction. He helped us at the end to rip the roots of spectre out and stopped selling as using his special gas."

While explaining Bond realized he talked himself in deep trouble.

The Secretary of State for defence watched Bond for a long moment, before eventually took the glass of brandy, nipping at it, and setting it back.

"You don't think this Safin is now responsible for the attacks in South Africa? He was the one who sold this shit."

Bond nodded, a bitter taste on his tongue. Bile or blood, he could say yet. "Yes. He believes he got betrayed by a middle sale clerk on the Russian black weapon market. And.. He wishes to clear this source out to prevent another of this - - accidents."

"Accidents.", Wallace repeated lowly.

The room laid in silence for a while. Bond shuffled on his seat, his eyes wandering from M's face to the SsD's face. M held an empty face, while Wallace watched Bond.

Eventually the SsD broke the silence.

"You are the middle man for us. To Safin. Perhaps to this R? Not, that Iike it." He sighed and looked at M, gave Bond's boss an agreeing nod.

He rose and both MI6 members answered with the courtesy to rise with him from their chairs. Bond closed automatically his jacket.

"I will be with the PM. Wish me luck."

As he rushed out of the door, Tanner entered eagerly. He didn't ask, only looked questioning from his boss to Bond.

M didn't speak as he opened a drawer to get a big, old-fashioned crystal ashtray out. He pushed it on his desk and looked at Tanner. But it was Bond, who got a silver cigarette Étui out.

"Don't scowl me. That's Eve's job."

Taglist: @dorminchu @poptod @thefluffiestseahorse @rathernotmyname @edteche2

[crewman-penelope]

Old Debts

Fandom: James Bond / Rami Malek

Chapters : 4 of 21

Characters : Lyutsifer Safin, Tatjana Safin ofc, Luc Dupont omc, Marie Dupont ofc, James Bond, Moneypenny, Q, M, Felix Leiter, William Tanner, Blackmarket tycoon Yuri omc, Secretary of state for defence Ben Wallance

Relationship : Lyutsifer Safin / OFC Character, James Bond / Eve Moneypenny

Warning : Lemon, crime, terrorism, espionage, double cross, dub-con, death scenario, racism, politic drama, apartheid subject

Rating : MA

Gene: Crime / Drama / Terrorism

Summary : New terror cells got their hands on Safin's weapon via the russian blackmarket, and neither Safin nor Bond are pleased. Not to speak of the FBI, the CIA and the MI6.

Note : non of the characters belong to me, nor did I get any money from it. This fanfiction is written for entertaining purpose only.

4. You fall in love with the bureau..

Bond took a long, cold shower, scrubbing his skin until every hint of saltwater was gone. He tried to held his mind blank, and not to think about the calls he had to make. After that he dressed in grey gabardine trousers and a white polo.

Sitting down to his third cup of black coffee he called Eve. He listened to the connection tone as he waited for Eve to pick up her phone. A slight ache began to knock behind his eyes.

"Hey.", she greeted Bond lowly.

"Darling.", he muttered, laying as much affection in his voice as possible. He wanted her to understand that he cared. Especially for her and not only about the situation.

"I saw the video. What. A. Mess."

Eve snorted. "To put it simple. The nerves this man have!", she whispered.

"At work?", Bond asked, a hint of Homesickness acting up. He wished to be there, discussing with M, chatting with Q, even with Nomi. "The whole group there?"

"Of course. The PM demand to hunt Safin down." Eve paused. "Telling you this will get me in deep trouble, you are realizing that?"

Bond starred in his half empty coffee cup. "I'm coming home."

"I don't think that is a good idea. James…", Eve sighed deep. "After your ski holiday accident M had a lot of cover up to do. He is not stupid. He knows you fraternities with the enemy."

"He isn't our enemy.", Bond insisted stubborn. "Safin is the enemy of capitalism. The attacks in South Africa was not in his favour!"

"Could bring him more customers any-"

Suddenly the connection was broken, and a static noise was all Bond could hear. Wasn't the line secure? Did someone have listened? And if, who?

With wild beating heart he thought about the consequences.

As suddenly as the connection was broken, it was on again, and he could hear Eve.

"What was that?"

"Hopefully not the Reds.", Bond huffed.

He listened and caught other voices in the line. Someone who spoke on Eve's side of the phone.

"Bond?", the warm but firm voice of M was suddenly at his ear. "Meeting tomorrow morning at 8am with the secretary of defence. I expect you to be in my office on time."

"Yessir.", Bond hummed, and felt at once relaxed. Bringing the old band together., he thought as he hung up.

For a moment he paused and overthought his next move. Then he got up to walk to the radio. He putted the headphone on and searched for the right channel.

[Lima-Sierra , Lima-Sierra , do you copy? Over]

He waited with held breath, but heard no answer.

[Lima-Sierra, Lima-Sierra, this is Julie-bravo, do you copy? Over], he tried again and this time he got an answer.

[Lima-Sierra here, we hear you loud and clear, over.]

[Bravo propose a meeting with Lima, over.], Bond send boldly.

A long pause appeared and Bond wasn't sure if he got ignored.

Eventually the radio woke up again.

[Lima agrees, copy? Over]

[Bravo invites, copy? Over]

[Lima agrees. One hour, copy? Over]

[Bravo agrees. Over and out.]

Bond switched out the radio and wiped over his face. He could smell the sweat under his arms. The sweat of fear. Not fear of Safin. But what could happen after the meeting.

One hour. That meant Safin was already on its way to him. Probably in his bloody submarine.

One hour. Bond had just time to jump again under the shower, and to put fresh clothes on that not smell like fear.

I must prepare some food. Tatjana and the kids could be with him., Bond realized and tried to ignore his upcoming stress-headache as also the word that had appeared in the back of his mind.

Traitor.

Taglist : @dorminchu @edteche2 @rathernotmyname @poptod @thefluffiestseahorse

[crewman-penelope]

Old Debts

Fandom: James Bond / Rami Malek

Chapters : 8 of 21

Characters : Lyutsifer Safin, Tatjana Safin ofc, Luc Dupont omc, Marie Dupont ofc, James Bond, Moneypenny, Q, M, Felix Leiter, William Tanner, Blackmarket tycoon Yuri omc, Secretary of state for defence Ben Wallance

Relationship : Lyutsifer Safin / OFC Character, James Bond / Eve Moneypenny

Warning : Lemon 🍋, crime, terrorism, espionage, double cross, dub-con, death scenario 💀, racism, politic drama, apartheid subject, torture 🔪

Rating : MA

Gene: Crime / Drama / Terrorism

Summary : New terror cells got their hands on Safin's weapon via the russian blackmarket, and neither Safin nor Bond are pleased. Not to speak of the FBI, the CIA and the MI6.

Note : non of the characters belong to me, nor did I get any money from it. This fanfiction is written for entertaining purpose only.

8. The devil lies in the detail 🔪

Safin was satisfied. Bond was on his way to London and soon to Russia, while he knew better. 

The HAYTNMYC II was on its way to the Seychelles. Safin as Luc were keen to meet with their business partner. Curious about his new acquaintance and business - beside the candy and renting business.

Yuri felt safe on the little island, his villa only lightly guarded. That was a luck for Safin and his men. Five persons on the walls, two at the front door and four at the backside. It was nearly too easy. 

"I can't understand why you insist on tranquilizer.", Luc muttered offended. "They will come after us when we're finished." 

"I don't think so. I believe they will tell the tale what we did to their boss, though." 

They strolled into the villa, getting the last guards down. Thankfully Yuri doesn't like bodyguards in the house or too close around. Especially not when he was in female company. 

Today was such a lucky night - for Safin. 

Safin and Luc changed a look of amusement with the two soldiers of Luc's before busting through the bedroom door. 

The young girl - sitting on Yuri - with yellow-blond hair, wore too much cheap make up, her mascara already spoiling her face. She screamed as Yuri pushed her aside. Yuri stood up from the bed, pale like his white satin sheets. 

"Loocifur!", he beamed up, faking glee. 

"Stop it", Safin threw in with bored tone. He looked at the girl with a stony expression and ignored the horror in her eyes while looking at him. He searched around to see a pile of clothes and threw it at her. Then he turned to one of the soldiers and ordered: “Bring her to the next part of the main land. Safe!"

Luc was already at work. With a firm grip at Yuri's neck he leaded the frightend man to his office room. 

Safin and the other soldier followed even so eager. Safin caught himself humming, a lullaby he learned for the twins. A soothing tone. He smiled ugly, thinking about the reason he was here. 

As he entered Yuri's office he found his naked banker already tapped in his desk chair with silver-coloured parcel band. His head fixed at the head rest, the arms stuck to the arm rest of the chair, and the legs crossed bounded to the end all he could move was his mouth. 

That will do, Safin thought to himself. 

"My dear Yuri.", he hummed and wiped with his arm the plate of the desk free to sit down on the desk, looking intensely at his banker and former black market icon. "I apologize sincerely for the intrusion. As you know me, there is of course a reason for that." 

He beckoned the soldier to him, while sharing another glance with Luc who stood behind the chair, his arms clashed behind his back, smiling. Like in the good old times. Why did we stop that?

The soldier handed Safin a small, black fabric roll, looking like a wrapped hand towel. Safin unrolled it and different, shimmering small items showed up. Small tongs, tiny scissors, tweezers and pliers in stainless steel, laying on black velvet. 

Safin looked from the items to Yuri. Then he smiled his ugly smile. "There are some questions I need answers to."

"Loocifur, I swear -" 

"You SWEAR!?", Safin boomed out. "Are you? By your mother's grave perhaps?" He looked in disgust down at the man, whose body decided just now to empty his bladder. At least he was frightened. That could make it easier. 

"You know how the gas got to the South African cell. You will tell us. The contact, the middle man, the delivery boy.. How much you got for this deal. Understood?" 

"Loocifur..", Yuri whispered. "Please, you have to believe me, I have no idea. But, but I can find out for you. Anything for you, yes?!" 

"I appreciate your offering, my friend.", Safin hummed and looked over the items, until he chose a fine scissor. He looked at it and muttered: "I wonder how quick you can get your information when I push a scissors under your finger nail?" 

"Please… Loocifur… they'll kill me.." 

Safin looked to him in fake surprised. "Oh, and I will have just a nice chat and leave you then in peace? Yuri, my old friend. You're not paying attention." 

Safin slapped Yuri hard, pleased with the sound. Without any remorse he pushed the tip of the scissors under the nail of his digger finger and listens patiently to Yuri's wailing. 

Safin looked at the time and checked how long Yuri was screaming. As Yuri's cry became a whimper, Safin pushed the scissors deeper into the sensitive flesh. Again the room was filled with Yuri's screams. Safin waited again, until it became calmer, and asked then: "The name of the contact?" 

Yuri shook his head and looked with wide eyes to Safin. 

"Loocifur… You know… I need… I need to check.." 

Safin sighed theatralic and let the scissors stuck, while choosing another item. The pliers. 

"It's  been a while since I have visited you. I promise you, I have brought with me enough time and men to relish this visit to the last minute." 

While speaking, he used the small pliers to catch the nail of the middle finger, pushed properly while ignoring Yuri's begging and tugged the nail out in one swift move. 

Yuri screamed. 

Safin smiled." Yes. I thought you would appreciate that. "

Taglist: @dorminchu @poptod @thefluffiestseahorse @rathernotmyname @edteche2