Sexpionage 2 – A Friendly hell by Sfor
Beautiful Russian Girl SVR Agent, Ekaterina Novikova, aka Yulia Jelic, is charged with indiscipline and insubordination in the way she handles the sensitive information that passes through her hands. She is paid a visit by her Senior Officers to make sure that she understands the error of her ways … , A FRIENDLY HELL – Sexpionage 2
Embassy of the Russian Federation, 2650 Wisconsin Avenue, Washington DC
“Why, Ekaterina,” Sergei Tretyakov held his beautiful Agent’s hands to draw her forward for a kiss on the cheek, “How very pretty you look, the United States certainly agrees with you. As for that red sweater …”
“Thank you, Comrade Colonel.” Agent Novikova felt a little uneasy at the way the Colonel was ogling her body. She knew that her tight red top, which exposed her shoulders, was provocative, that was the intention, to help her grasp any upper hand that was there to be retained, it was what she had been trained to do, but the way he looked at her …
Kat had been called to the Embassy to meet with her superior on his review visit from Moscow. She assumed he wanted to check on her, see how she was and if she needed anything other than what she already had … she could not have been more wrong!
“Sit down, please.” Tretyakov returned behind the desk. “In fact, it seems to agree with you so much that you have forgotten our existence.”
For no specific reason Ekaterina felt a twinge of something a little sickening in her stomach. “How could I ever do that, Comrade Colonel? It has taken time for me to set things up, and also there have been just a few problems. However, …” she hurried on, watching his expression, “… it is all in place now. In fact, I have brought some photographs with me.”
She opened her purse. Tretyakov took a look at the pictures and frowned. “These are sensitive images Agent?” He stated.
“Yes. The Senator brought them home to read, and then he locked them in his safe.”
“And you have got to know him well enough to have access?”
“I have obtained the combination, yes,” Ekaterina said proudly, and took out the small card upon which the images were stored.
“And you’ve brought that, and the printed pictures, with you, here, in your purse, just like that. Do you realise what would have happened had you been stopped and searched?”
“With respect, Comrade Colonel, no one is going to stop and search a young blonde coffee house waitress who is simply minding her own business …”, then, without thinking, Kat added, “They do not do that sort of thing over here.
“What they do, or do not do, in the United States is not relevant. The Motherland has spent a great deal of time, and money, making you what you are. Tell me what was the most important thing you were taught at the Institute?”
Ekaterina drew a deep breath. “To obey any order immediately and without question.”
Tretyakov frowned and then looked up at his young Agent. “That also means following procedural rules to the letter, as I remember explaining to you before you began this assignment. It is neither your duty nor your prerogative to change the rules to please yourself. Why did you not use our procedures to get these photographs to me, as you have been instructed to do?”
Ekaterina licked her lips; this was the first time she had encountered any hostility from her employers since leaving the training school. “I knew I was coming here personally, to meet with you Comrade Colonel.”
Tretyakov gazed at her for several seconds, then nodded. “You said you have had problems?”
The girl sighed with relief; the crisis seemed to be over. “It’s to do with the man Kyle O’Dell. I spoke to you of him in my reports”
“So, you did. And?”
Ekaterina outlined what had happened on the subway.
“And you still think he is after you?”
“Yes, I do.”
“You flatter yourself Agent. As a matter of fact, he is travelling to Moscow at this very moment.”
“You mean he is …”
“Working for the Motherland too? Yes, he is …”
Ekaterina flushed. “Yet you did not tell me …”
“… Agent Novikova, you do not know everything and it must stay that way both for your own good and the good of the Motherland. O’Dell cannot be tampered with. And so, please take note, he is not after you … he is simply following orders, our orders, and you will not get in his way again. Do you understand Agent?”
Ekaterina gulped at the implied threat.
“So, all that we really have to consider today, Agent Novikova,” Tretyakov said genially, “… is your ignoring of regulations and your undisciplined behaviour.”
“I …” She began, but Tretyakov raised a finger.
“I know you are going to say that no harm has been done. This time. But put yourself in the position of a Comrade General, who issues his plans for a campaign and then discovers that one of his subordinates has completely ignored those plans and followed his or her own ideas, and then claim that they should not be punished because the Campaign was not lost. That subordinate would be shot, would she not?”
The Agent swallowed, the subject in his example was, latterly, referred to as a ‘she’, surely he couldn’t mean …
“I understand, Comrade Colonel. It will not happen again.”
“It must not happen again Agent Novikova. It cannot happen again. Perhaps you have forgotten that when you agreed to work for us …”
Ekaterina stared at him, afraid now to even move her lips.
“… You were given a set of rules that had to be obeyed, and informed of the consequences if any of those rules were disobeyed in the slightest degree.”
She gasped as his intentions became more clear. At the training camp she had carefully avoided breaking any rules, save for perhaps over-reacting to one Comrade Officer’s advances. Now this situation had to be retrieved, and immediately, otherwise …
Embassy of the Russian Federation, 2650 Wisconsin Avenue, Washington DC
“I understand what you are saying, Comrade Colonel. And I have promised that it will not happen again. I think my judgement was distorted because I recently came into possession of a most important piece of news, which I felt it was necessary to tell you personally.”
“What news?”
“It is that the recent protests in Duma over the arrest of the Anti-corruption reporter were organised and funded from over here in Washington.”
Tretyakov stared at her for several seconds. “And you did not think to mention this in your last report Agent Novikova?”
“But that was last week and I needed to be certain. The Americans did not believe what President Putin told them about his diplomatic intentions following the suspicions surrounding the disappearance of Anatol Radkov, the Belarusian attaché, and so … now, feel betrayed.” (See Swallow’s Nest).
“But it was you who arranged the ‘disappearance’ of Radkov. Are you calling the President a liar Agent Novikova?”
“Of course I am not, Comrade Colonel. I am reporting what the Americans are saying, as you are employing me to do.”
Tretyakov paused in ponderous silence once again, before speaking. “And I say again, you are only telling me this now?”
“I only knew for sure two days ago, Comrade Colonel. And as, by then, as I have said already, I knew I was meeting you in any event, and so I thought it best to bring the news myself, with everything else I had for you.”