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ALEKSANDAR P.O.V
Aleksandar dropped his head into his hands after Emily and Ana's backs disappeared from the tent. "Your daughter...Do you have any idea what I did to her just hours ago Vitya?" He heard himself ask his mentor, only to be met with a chuckle.
"I told you to give her a taste of real war, Aleksandar, and you have done your job very well. She has no one to blame but herself." The old man poured himself another shot of vodka and tossed it back before pouring another and sliding it down the table to Aleksandar. "Do not tell me that you are second guessing my orders Aleksandar?" Vitya's voice was simply conversational, but Aleksandar knew to read between the lines at what he was really asking.
As he downed the vodka Vitya had poured him, he slammed the glass down and got to his feet, making his way around the table. "I do not second guess anything, Sir." Aleksandar sighed and gave Vitya a smile that he hoped looked confident before nodding and moving to leave the tent.
"I will see you in Moscow my young friend." He heard Vitya say, but did not reply back as he reentered the cold winter night of the camp. The truth was, was that he was questioning Vitya. The girl's comrade had said something to her before he died there in the snow...from the bullet that Aleksandar had been ordered to fire. Two things were bothering him...
What had that man said to his Emily that had made her face become so scared and confused earlier that day? The other thing that was bothering him...was that his bride to be hated him. She could not be blamed for that, and he could not very well explain to her, "Well your father made me do it. He orders, and I do...that is the way it is."
If Emily had been the decoy for Jason Marquez, then Aleksandar was the decoy for Vitya...and he knew this. He also knew that if Vitya asked him to take a bullet for him, Aleksandar would do it in a heart beat. Very much unlike the group of men Emily had surrounded herself with and had supposedly been in charge of.
Aleksandar nodded to a group of his men who sat outside their tents drinking and singing low haunting songs in the mother tongue as he walked by. He was feared, he was dangerous...but he had never thought that when he finally did decide to marry that he would allow his wife and...and child to feel the same way about him. Aleksandar had always had a very different picture in his head of how he wished his family life to be...and it was exactly the opposite of what he had ever been given and exactly the opposite of what Vitya required of him. He had been instructed not to become close to Emily or Uri. Emily is disposable and was only to be kept around for appearances...for now, until she provided whatever information on her unit that Vitya thought she knew. Aleksandar had not even been instructed to find out what she knew...which was another thing that was beginning to leave a bad taste in his mouth.
Outside of the his tent, he listened for a moment as Emily screamed her hate for him and he pulled out a cigarette, lite it and took a deep inhale.
Vitya had raised Aleksandar like a son...sort of. More like Vitya had raised the perfect partner from a very young age. But even so, he had taken Aleksandar off of the streets...the cruel, unforgiving and extremely uncomfortable streets of Russia. He had given him an education, clothes...woman...anything he could have ever wanted, he received without the blink of an eye.
The dog was skin and bones...and looked as though she had not eaten anything in a few weeks. The other kids in the small town were always messing with her and that did not exclude Aleksandar. The other young boy he was walking with stared in horror when Aleksandar laughed and threw another rock at the small, cornered animal in the alley way. "Yuri! Come Comrade! Come and join me!" Aleksandar laughed, but when he turned to see what his friend was doing, Yuri had a new kind of horror on his face.
It was not until Aleksandar was grabbed by the scruff of the neck and was turned to look into the dangerous steel blue eyes of the middle aged man who held him did he start to panic as well. Vitya Mihailov. Even the orphans of the small town knew that this man was dangerous. He kept the small town under his thumb like a dictator would. Aleksandar understood this...nothing ever happened without Vitya Mihailov knowing about it.
"I..." Aleksandar prepared to explain himself to the man, but Vitya shook his head and roughly let go of Aleksandar. The young boy watched as Vitya pulled from his pocket a large knife and handed it to him. He looked up at the man, who simply pointed to the dog, and crossed his arms across his chest, waiting.
"No Aleksandar!" Yuri screamed at him, the protest having been the first words uttered since they had stopped and cornered the small animal ten minutes ago. "Don't Aleksandar." Yuri screamed the protest again, and took off running, disappearing around the corner of the building.
Aleksandar looked up once more at Vitya, who simply stared down at him expectantly.
Vitya had watched on as he slit the dogs throat, and when Aleksandar handed the bloody knife back to him, Vitya grabbed the boys arm and wiped the blood on his sleeve. He had tucked the knife back into his pocket, taken Aleksandar by the hand and had raised the orphan from that day on.
Aleksandar knew that he owed the man his trust...and so much more, but the past few years had been making blind allegiance harder than ever before. The missions that were requested of him were increasingly more brutal...and dangerous. The business that was requested of him was dealing with people that could not be trusted, and the people Aleksandar had to step on to do as his mentor ordered were getting increasingly more angry.
