Back in the days of the cold war, spying was the most interesting of games. Mikhail Gorbenov played his part, as all good Russians must. . Mikhail was involved with Soviet mind control experiments. His job; to train the female agents that were sent around the world, to entrap the men of power, bringing all the secrets home to mother Russia.
It is marvelous to work for the USSR; it makes some things very easy to get. For Mikhail it was the "getting" of females, women with the necessary talents, those worth training. He needed girls who looked good, and acted bad. This turned out to be not as hard as you might think.
Summer at USTA Military Camp brought all the promising college age adults from Moscow. Men's compound on one side, Women's on the other. Mikhail's special agents were recruited from this Camp. He had a small apartment at the end of the camp, in the works garage. No one new it was there, no signs, and mostly undergrounds. He was considered by all concerned to be maintenance staff. The head matron was one of the few, who knew his real occupation.
Mikhail had designed the camp. It had a very open concept. It was a tree-less, well-lit plain, well patrolled by staff. No places to hide from watchful eyes. But one area had been designed opposite to this theme. It had been set up as the perfect place to hide. Just the sort of place sex starved Cadets would seek out. It was the Garbage and Waste building, and it stunk. It stunk so much the staff refused to go anywhere near it. Each day a new group of future soldiers, were punished with garbage duty. Once in the shed it was apparent that it was a maze of bins and barrels, with all the privacy that the stench provided. It wasn't long before these punished cadets figured out other uses for such a place.
At ten o'clock the camp staff was at officer's mess, the camp considered bedded down for the night. The only lights visible were from the mess, and the stinking building. All was quiet. All except the odd little commotion in the garbage shed. In the maintenance shop basement, Mikhail had his residential quarters .His living room was a bank of twenty- 12"x 12" Sony color monitors. Here he spent his evenings watching his closed circuit TV's. It would start soon. He would open a beer, and sit and watch, and be rewarded. Not many were chosen, but some "WERE."
Tonight was bound to be excellent; the soldiers in training had been out on maneuvers, away from camp for days. The women touring hospitals, the men, woods survival training.
