Captured for Interrogation

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"Did you know she is the WIFE of Sergei?" Alexis said. "And guess who her daughter is?" She pointed at the spot.
 
"Well, this should be fun," he said, the sudden realization dawning on him. "How the hell are we going to play this?"
 
"We can't really use our usual tactic," he said. "Let's set up a meet and see how it goes, a nice, public dinner." He got on the phone and made the arrangements. "Well, Yeltsin isn't exactly happy, but we have a meet."
 
"We can either convince her we didn't kill her and that her husband hung her out to dry or we can take her out. What do you like?" he asked.
 
"The first, I think," he said. "Not sure what will happen after that, but we have her number and we can let them talk, at least."
 
The plane began to land and when it came to a stop, Nikolai stepped out into the familiar Russian cold. "Grab a coat, It's pretty bad," he said, helping Alexis into the car from the icy tarmac.
 
"We'll warm up in the hotel room before dinner," he said. "I chose a formal place so we could show off a bit."
 
They got to the hotel and changed, since there was only an hour til dinner. Nikolai showered and changed, then sat down to see how beautiful Alexis would be.
 
Alexis came out, wearing the purple and black corset dress, her hair in ringlet curls, a hint of makeup on her face, the only true hint being the ruby red lipstick. She wore black boots with heels.
 
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