Dravania
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The bass from the club music playing in the main room reverberated even down the hall and into the small, dank room Dmitry Validov occupied. He was accompanied by five individuals, four wearing suits and positioned about the room as if tactically, the fifth sat in a chair, bound and with a sack over his head. Dmitry leaned against the desk before the captive and took one last drag of the cigarette before blowing it in the mans face. The other four were motionless, one man, more balding goblin than man, revealed a mouth with half a set of teeth behind a misshapen grin. The man coughed and murmured and Dmitry motioned for the hood to be taken off.
A young, attractive and wealthy looking man was gagged by a sock, his hands tied together with zip ties. Behind the door, in the hall, a womans voice could be heard shouting, protesting, as she was dragged away. The boys eyebrows shot up.
"You know why you are here?" Dmitry asked.
The boys eyebrows furled but he did not nod his head either way. Pointless defiance, Dmitry thought.
"You want to steal my merchandise?" he asked. The goblin-man moved forward and set a pair of brass knuckles on the desk. Validov glared at him, lifting both hands up as if questioning what the goblin-man was doing with a perplexed shake of his head. "We don't beat men for theft," Dmitry said. Another man moved forward, pulling out a cleaver as large as a machete.
The boys eyes widened and he started fighting his binds. Another man came up behind him, hands on his shoulders, and pressed him down. "Relax," the goon said, "it won't hurt for long." The boy murmured but couldn't be heard. Validov leaned in to hear, but there was no point, the boy couldn't be heard.
"What's that? You didn't steal from me?" Validov asked. The murmurs turned into desperate agreement. "Well, of course not, Vasily got you first!"
"Maja isn't the fastest," the largest of the four men chuckled.
"Maja is mine, and you tried to steal from me. It is tradition in Dravania, I think, to take from thieves, is it not?" The other goons shrugged. "Well, we can make a new tradition, I think," he grinned. He leaned forward and grabbed the boys hands and placed them on the desk. The boy resisted, but Validov was more upset by the potential for a mess on his furniture. "Vasily, take him to the butcher instead."
The boy struggled as he was grabbed and began to wriggle through the bit. "I'll pay!" he shouted. Validov raised a hand to stop them so he could listen.
"Pay? For?"
"Freedom!"
"Hah. How much is your freedom worth?"
"A lot. My dad is rich. A politician, you can get a favor, anything. Just let me go." Validov pondered on the idea, but the boy continued. "I'll pay for Maja, too."
Validov was not pleased. "A thief that pays for the goods only confesses to stealing them," he sighed, "take him and bring me back his hands." He waved dismissively at the boys face as the men gagged him again and dragged him away. "What use do I have for a politician," Validov muttered in his native tongue, foreign to Dravania, "they are already in my pocket."
A young, attractive and wealthy looking man was gagged by a sock, his hands tied together with zip ties. Behind the door, in the hall, a womans voice could be heard shouting, protesting, as she was dragged away. The boys eyebrows shot up.
"You know why you are here?" Dmitry asked.
The boys eyebrows furled but he did not nod his head either way. Pointless defiance, Dmitry thought.
"You want to steal my merchandise?" he asked. The goblin-man moved forward and set a pair of brass knuckles on the desk. Validov glared at him, lifting both hands up as if questioning what the goblin-man was doing with a perplexed shake of his head. "We don't beat men for theft," Dmitry said. Another man moved forward, pulling out a cleaver as large as a machete.
The boys eyes widened and he started fighting his binds. Another man came up behind him, hands on his shoulders, and pressed him down. "Relax," the goon said, "it won't hurt for long." The boy murmured but couldn't be heard. Validov leaned in to hear, but there was no point, the boy couldn't be heard.
"What's that? You didn't steal from me?" Validov asked. The murmurs turned into desperate agreement. "Well, of course not, Vasily got you first!"
"Maja isn't the fastest," the largest of the four men chuckled.
"Maja is mine, and you tried to steal from me. It is tradition in Dravania, I think, to take from thieves, is it not?" The other goons shrugged. "Well, we can make a new tradition, I think," he grinned. He leaned forward and grabbed the boys hands and placed them on the desk. The boy resisted, but Validov was more upset by the potential for a mess on his furniture. "Vasily, take him to the butcher instead."
The boy struggled as he was grabbed and began to wriggle through the bit. "I'll pay!" he shouted. Validov raised a hand to stop them so he could listen.
"Pay? For?"
"Freedom!"
"Hah. How much is your freedom worth?"
"A lot. My dad is rich. A politician, you can get a favor, anything. Just let me go." Validov pondered on the idea, but the boy continued. "I'll pay for Maja, too."
Validov was not pleased. "A thief that pays for the goods only confesses to stealing them," he sighed, "take him and bring me back his hands." He waved dismissively at the boys face as the men gagged him again and dragged him away. "What use do I have for a politician," Validov muttered in his native tongue, foreign to Dravania, "they are already in my pocket."