Chapter 6

The flight to Russia was billed to reach Siberia on a Thursday noon but was forced to make an emergency landing at the Russian second-largest city of Saint Petersburg.

The airport's terminal was full of passengers of cancelled flights. Alessandro walked out of the terminal talking with someone on the phone.

"Pssst, taxi!" He hollered. "Downtown Saint Petersburg," he said,

"Ha, ha, ha," The taxi man laughed off and said to him, "I forgive you for saying that because you are a stranger."

Here, we don't say downtown Saint Petersburg but Volgograd."

"Okay, cool. Can take me there, please?" "At your service, sir. , but it's going to cost you a whopping fifty Ruble." "No worries," said Alessandro.

The ever-smiling man piloted the cab into the partially snow-covered streets and continue to drive, passing by monstrous military tanks called 'BUK' manning the streets with deadly missiles, ready to be launched at the slightest of provocation by an aggressor.

Saint Petersburg is a border town bordering Estonia and the European city of Helsinki. The driver appears happy in his skin at the sight of these devices; they give him and many other occupants of the city a sense of pride, knowing that the Russian State has their back adequately covered. Another female passenger tries to stop him but he ignored her. The trip continued into a high-rise neighbourhood infested with busy people, each doing their own thing.

"You are now experiencing Volgograd," said the driver to Alessandro, whose attention was on an iconic building synonymous only to Russia, peaked with Onion shaped multicoloured dome.

"Enchanting, right? Welcome to Saint Petersburg."

"Here you are," said Alessandro, handing him one hundred notes of Russian Ruble, thanked him and then mingled with the crowd.

"Hey, have your change!" Screamed the taxi driver.

"Is yours for the keeps," answered Alessandro.

The man then looked at the extra unearned cash hungrily and with a broad smile before shoving it into his pocket and then said a loud thank you to Alessandro.

Alessandro walked down the street with his eye fixated on a Boutique captioned, 'Armani'. It was a unisex clothing shop and branched into it. He went round and round looking for what he wants. He picks warm clothe and samples them on his body. "looks decent on you," said a smooth voice. The lady was watching him from a mirror.

"Oh hi, thanks," he said. He then made payments for his purchases through his credit card and asked the beautiful attendant where he could hire a tour guide.

"A tour guide?" She retorted, "yep," he replied. "Here I am," the attractive lady indicated by raising her hand like a pupil in a classroom.

"No, that's not possible; I need a male tour guide."

"There are no male tour guides around here. Even if you find one, they will bore a hole in your pocket."

Alessandro looked at her and imagined himself left alone with the cutie in a Russian wilderness.

"Okay, thank you miss. I will think over it and get back to you soonest."

But her sixth sense told her Alessandro is a stranger and that if she allows him to go, she may never set her eyes on him again. The smart lady leaned forward on her desk and said to him, "do you know that we're in subzero zone temperatures wise?"

" Yes, I do," answered Alessandro.

"I know you did," she said, "but you may not necessarily know that you are going to need the soothing cover of an Angel until the plummeting temperatures struck in the middle of the night. If it does, please don't hesitate to punch these lucky figures on your phone and your SOS cry shall be responded with open arms: +780one87nine703six," sticking out the number to him written on a pink card bearing the name, Katerina.

"This is good. Did you do this yourself?" Asked Alessandro with his eyes glued to the card. "Am sorry lady. How I wished I could o this but am because am a clergyman."

Katerina looked at him and coughed in a naughty way. "Who says clergies don't do it? Come on, foreigner, I can feel that you are telling stories. Something tells me you have a burning desire to be with me; listen to your heart's call, clergyman and give it that little thing it asked for lest it dies off as the flora would wilt without food."

Alessandro calls himself to order when he found out that he was quickly falling to the rampaging tricks by Katerina to get him into a compromising position.

"Thank you for dropping by," said Katerina. She then kissed into her palm and blew it into his face and turns her attention to other customers that needed it.

"She doesn't look like a whore to me," he said as he walks out of the mall, she was courageous enough to tell me how she felt about me. Survival skills I will say."

The following day, Alessandro swallowed his pride and allows Katerina took him on a wild trip into the countryside where they had a swirl of time hiking.

"What happened to that house? Asked Alessandro, pointing to a wreckage of a building probably destroyed by something more forceful from beyond. Katerina looked at the house for a while trying to figure out the sad but triumphant story behind it.

"It used to be an old man's house who specialize in building caskets for the comfort of the dead. That probably angered some people out there. So, one day, they sent a meteorite accompanied with a tongue of fire from deep space, lightening the entire community at night before pounding the lone carpenter's house. This makes the poor woodcarver angry. That night, the poor carpenter came out with a clenched fist and points it heaven's way, full of scorn for it; cursing it for further impoverishing him. There was no immediate answer from them. But the beings stuck up

there would probably have said to him, you fool; only if you know the good intentions we have for you. Barely twenty seconds later since when his house has been destroyed, his phone went ablaze with calls from all over Russia wanting to buy the fiery stone from space with an outrageous amount he never thought existed in Russia while he basks in deprivation.

The man has now relocated to the city to enjoy his newfound status with a mighty plan for its reconstruction.

Alessandro was deeply touched by the tale. Katrina proved to be excellent in all that she does, be it her outgoing nature, her skiing skills and vast knowledge of the Russian terrain. Yes, Alessandro got all Of these for free as his tour guide. He then looked into her eyes and realized how precious she was and not the whore he suspected her to be. Katrina threw her hands around his shoulders and did not know when she started kissing him sweetly. He rubs her intensely with his hands around the regions of her pubic symphysis until she lost contact with her senses. When they were no longer kissing, Katerina made an unexpected request to Alessandro to sex her.

"No way," he asserted, "only polar bears make love on the snow. Wait till we get home." It was now evening, Alessandro held her in the hand and Trot down the country lane back to the subway station.

While on the train, Katerina convinced him to follow her home to her Kilk residence, a neighbourhood known for its gangsters for a change of dress before proceeding to his lodge. A bad decision was made by her. She unlocks the five-bedroom duplex and walks in together with Alessandro. There was nobody home. She quickly makes some coffee for him and went to freshen up.

Her boyfriend that has been looking for her saw a parked car outside of the house, he then knocks and went in. He met Alessandro sitting down without Katerina. He removes his gun and points it at Alessandro.

"Where did you take my girlfriend to?"

Katerina heard voices and rushed to the sitting room and saw a gun pointed at Alessandro by her boyfriend and she began to plead with him saying Alessandro was not her boyfriend but he rubbished her.

"How did she taste? I guess she is better than your American lady. Now it's pay time punk! She has been with you for nine hours, you are going to pay me 10 Rubles for every single minute you've been with her or else I slice your throat. That means you are going to pay me 324,000 Rubles," said Alessandro. He unzipped his backpack and came up with four wraps of a hundred thousand Rubles and threw it to him. "That's seventy-four thousand more than you've demanded.

"Ho! Ho! Ho! He coughed. "Rich guy huh? It is now easy to see why my woman is all over you because your pocket is beautiful than mine. You may now take your leave. As for you, Katerina, this is my gift to you for cheating on me with the American: "pow!" He shot her on her right foot.