Part 5
Evil Ace got up, sauntered off and the lights on the ring dimmed. “Have some food a,” the annou said.
Rest time for me too. Evil Ace reappeared with a pair of earphones and placed them over my ears. At that moment, I nearly shit my pants!
“Boris, I’m here to see you again. I know. It’s been 20 years. Brandon is doing well. I’ve let you down, Boris. We were good together. I’m sorry.”
Memories came flooding bay mind as I listeo this. Boris Ulyanov was my lover when I was a student t Russia during my summer break. That was 20 years ago. I had been a ROTC cadet in the uy and I had every iion of joining the Marine Corps when I graduated. I was one of the athletic guys on ROTC, having represehe Corps iling and track. I was fast and nimble despite my bulk.
Summer, Sophomore Year. I was just 20 years old. I took a secret trip to Siberia and this was a secret. I was a male, white Ameri on enemy soil. The Cold War was only about over and the entire Russian Federation was on the cusp of itting something even larger. Soviet Union collapsed in 1991 but I was too young and too indifferent to care about all these politics. In fact, politid history meant nothing mue.
It was just a trip to Siberia to freeze out my failed first romand also to enjoy the wonderful sery of the solitary outpost during summer. But things were not to be that simple.
I met Boris Ulyanov in Siberia. Boris spotted me not two days after I arrived in Siberia.
“Eh, Ameri. What you doing here?” I recall the tone Boris adopted when I first threw that sente me. I knew I was in trouble.
“I’m sightseeing.” I tried to sound as i and innocuous as I be. “ you show me around?” I hoped against hope that this smokes of a request could fob Boris off.
“e with me.” I followed Boris to a place I hought I’d go and he decided to trust me, after tellihat he was an intelligence officer and if I tried anything funny, he’ll put a bullet right through m