I look out and see this massive ship. It must be at least three hundred feet long. I step onto the gangplank and make my way onto this ship that looks like it belongs in a cruise line. When I step on board, I see a half-naked woman running around the deck. I have no idea if she is high or if she is running for her life. This place is getting surreal.
We walk inside the cabin where this horrible electronic music is pumping. Sergy takes off his jacket and throws it to one of his bodyguards. He grabs my hi**ps and begins to grind against my as**s.
I pull myself away. Sergey tries to slap me. I grab his arm and slap him back. Fuck, I can’t believe I did that. “Oh you like to fight?! I like to fight!” Sergey says as he tackles me onto the floor. He begins to kiss my neck and run his hands up my skirt.
I roll off of the young as**shole and punch him right in the nose. One of the huge bodyguards begins to laugh. Sergey puts his hand over his nose. Oh f**k, I think I’ve really f**ked up this time. I am about to get myself killed.
Sergey stands up. One of his gorilla bodyguards hands him a napkin. He is bleeding a little bit from his nose. The dictator’s son looks at me and smiles. “We are going to have a fun night you crazy little bitch,” Sergey says in a tone that sends a shiver down my spine.
I look at my watch. I have to keep this nutjob occupied for three and a half more hours. How the hell am I going to pull that off?! Think, dammit, think. I walk over to a bar and decide that my best tactic is to get this guy so drunk, he will pass out. Then I can simply sneak off of the boat at 3 a.m.
I grab a bottle of Vodka and open it. I take a sip straight from the bottle. “That is not how you drink vodka!” Sergey yells as he grabs the bottle. The dictator’s son begins to down the entire bottle without coming up for air.
Sergey then throws the bottle across the cabin and walks up to me. He puts his hands around my waist and tries to give me a kiss. I push him away. At this point, some of the other girls walk inside the cabin. Sergey grabs a brunette and begins to make out with her. Good. That gives me a little break from this maniac.
The party continues into the lower deck. Sergey starts to dance with the other girls while I hang back and make sure no one asks about General Zhukov. I check my watch. One hour has passed.
A couple of the girls start to leave the party with the bodyguards. Sergey is really plastered. Hopefully, he will be down for the count any minute now. I walk out of the room and look for more bottles of liquor. I am determined to give that spoiled little as**shole alcohol poisoning before this night is over!
I grab as many bottles as my arms and hands can possibly carry. As I walk back into the disco room, I see a woman run out in sheer terror. Oh f**k! What’s going on now. I notice that the music is off. I enter the room and see Sergey, with his shirt off, holding a revolver in his hand.
One of the frightened women is just standing there in the room. She looks like she is about to cry. “You will not play for 300,000 Euros?! Alright, I pay you 400,000 Euros!” Sergey yells.
I have no idea what he is talking about. All I know is that the young woman is about to cry. Suddenly, she runs out of the room. Sergey turns his eyes to me. He points the gun at me and motions for me to come over to him.
My feet feel like they are glued to the floor. “Come! Come!” Sergey yells. I drop one of the bottles. Then, I slowly move towards the dictator’s son. “Put down the bottles,” Sergey orders. I place the vodka bottles on a sofa.
Sergey sits down at a table and orders me to sit in one of the other seats. I sit down. Sergey cradles the gun. “I want to you to play me in Russian Roulette,” the young maniac says. I panic. The young man puts the gun to his head and pulls the trigger. *click.* The gun doesn’t go off. He hands the weapon to me and growls, “Put that gun to your head and pull the trigger.”
“No,” I say.
“I will pay you 300,000 Euros,” Sergey offers.
“No.”
“400,000 Euros.”
That’s it. I can’t do this. I stand up from the table. Sergey grabs my wrist. “Sit down!” he yells. I sit down. I look at the gun. Tears start to roll down my cheeks. My boss is depending on me.I pledged to give my life for Mr. Peak.I pick up the gun. It’s heavy. I bring it slowly to my head. I close my eyes. I pull the trigger. *Click.*
“Ha! Ha!” Sergey yells as he grabs the gun. He puts the gun to his head and pulls the trigger. Nothing happens. Sergey pulls the trigger again and again and again. “There were no bullets in the gun! All those dumb women ran out of the room crying! They are stupid whores!” Sergey screams.