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desire to roam at bay this last fifteen months. His love for his beautiful boy.
“You like to win. You hate to lose. You’re like me,” Romodanovsky said.
Sitting down again, Kael did something he never did on a job. He took the brandy
and drank it, enjoying the sudden headiness and the heat going down his throat.
Romodanovsky went over at once with the decanter and refilled his glass, but Kael
would not touch another. This man was having an effect on him that he did not
understand and did not want to deepen.
Romodanovsky sat opposite him again, sipping on his brandy while looking
unwaveringly at Kael. Refusing to be intimidated, Kael held his gaze until the other
man smiled and looked away. “You can call me Arkadiy,” he said. When Kael did not
respond, he continued, “My eldest son is named after me. He is a diplomat. The others
are businessmen, and the youngest is still at school. Cambridge.”
It must have been the brandy, but Kael could not keep the recognition from his
face.
“Did you go there?” Romodanovsky asked.
“Yes,” Kael said. “I studied languages.”
“My son Dmitri is studying law. He is a good boy but rather effeminate. He used
to cry a lot when he was little. I tried to toughen him up by making him play rough
sports, but nothing worked. Do you have children?”
Kael shook his head. The last thing he had ever wanted was children.
“It used to be easier for fathers. You dropped your sperm and then got on with
your life. These days a man is expected to change their nappies and carry them about
while they cry.”
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Freddie and Adam with their two little girls came to mind, and the way they
loved and nurtured them. Kael pitied Romodanovsky’s children. “Are you close to your
sons?” He already knew the answer, but he was curious what the man would say.
“Fathers and sons should not get too close. Perhaps if I had had a daughter.” He
shrugged. “Girls are easier.”
A chuckle escaped Kael. Zoe and Amelia weren’t easy now. God help their fathers
when they reached their teens. “I think it depends on the kid.”
“But you have none. How would you know?”
I’ve got Angel, and I am a father to him in some ways . “I have friends with children.”
“Are they girls?”
Kael smiled and nodded.
“Well, there you are then.”
Putting down his glass, Romodanovsky rose and went to the bedroom. After
several minutes, Kael followed. The door was ajar. Romodanovsky had changed into
casual trousers and, bare-chested, was picking up a soft, dark casual shirt from the bed.
“Please come in,” he said when he saw Kael in the mirror. He pulled on the shirt but
did not button it. Kael glanced about the room and was about to return to the study
when Romodanovsky walked up to him. There was a split-second pause when they
looked into each other’s eyes, and then, to Kael’s complete surprise, the man reached
out and placed his hand tenderly on Kael’s cheek. Neither of them moved. What did he
want? The gesture seemed paternal, but coming from a man who admitted he had no
paternal feelings at all, it must mean something else. Despite their age difference, Kael
found the man very attractive.
It seemed an eternity but was no more than a few seconds, and then
Romodanovsky took a half step closer and closed his mouth over Kael’s. He smelled of
expensive shaving soap, no colognes, no fragrant deodorants, just a clean, manly smell.
Kael’s senses were intoxicated. He tasted brandy on the man’s lips and on his tongue
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when he pushed it between Kael’s lips. Romodanovsky trailed his mouth away from
Kael’s and up to his ear. “Come to bed with me,” he said quietly.
Suddenly angry and not sure why, Kael took a step back. There was
unquestionably an attraction between them. Mature and physically fit, the Russian was
exactly the type of man Kael had always found
“You like to win. You hate to lose. You’re like me,” Romodanovsky said.
Sitting down again, Kael did something he never did on a job. He took the brandy
and drank it, enjoying the sudden headiness and the heat going down his throat.
Romodanovsky went over at once with the decanter and refilled his glass, but Kael
would not touch another. This man was having an effect on him that he did not
understand and did not want to deepen.
Romodanovsky sat opposite him again, sipping on his brandy while looking
unwaveringly at Kael. Refusing to be intimidated, Kael held his gaze until the other
man smiled and looked away. “You can call me Arkadiy,” he said. When Kael did not
respond, he continued, “My eldest son is named after me. He is a diplomat. The others
are businessmen, and the youngest is still at school. Cambridge.”
It must have been the brandy, but Kael could not keep the recognition from his
face.
“Did you go there?” Romodanovsky asked.
“Yes,” Kael said. “I studied languages.”
“My son Dmitri is studying law. He is a good boy but rather effeminate. He used
to cry a lot when he was little. I tried to toughen him up by making him play rough
sports, but nothing worked. Do you have children?”
Kael shook his head. The last thing he had ever wanted was children.
“It used to be easier for fathers. You dropped your sperm and then got on with
your life. These days a man is expected to change their nappies and carry them about
while they cry.”
Fyn Alexander | Sins of the Father
47
Freddie and Adam with their two little girls came to mind, and the way they
loved and nurtured them. Kael pitied Romodanovsky’s children. “Are you close to your
sons?” He already knew the answer, but he was curious what the man would say.
“Fathers and sons should not get too close. Perhaps if I had had a daughter.” He
shrugged. “Girls are easier.”
A chuckle escaped Kael. Zoe and Amelia weren’t easy now. God help their fathers
when they reached their teens. “I think it depends on the kid.”
“But you have none. How would you know?”
I’ve got Angel, and I am a father to him in some ways . “I have friends with children.”
“Are they girls?”
Kael smiled and nodded.
“Well, there you are then.”
Putting down his glass, Romodanovsky rose and went to the bedroom. After
several minutes, Kael followed. The door was ajar. Romodanovsky had changed into
casual trousers and, bare-chested, was picking up a soft, dark casual shirt from the bed.
“Please come in,” he said when he saw Kael in the mirror. He pulled on the shirt but
did not button it. Kael glanced about the room and was about to return to the study
when Romodanovsky walked up to him. There was a split-second pause when they
looked into each other’s eyes, and then, to Kael’s complete surprise, the man reached
out and placed his hand tenderly on Kael’s cheek. Neither of them moved. What did he
want? The gesture seemed paternal, but coming from a man who admitted he had no
paternal feelings at all, it must mean something else. Despite their age difference, Kael
found the man very attractive.
It seemed an eternity but was no more than a few seconds, and then
Romodanovsky took a half step closer and closed his mouth over Kael’s. He smelled of
expensive shaving soap, no colognes, no fragrant deodorants, just a clean, manly smell.
Kael’s senses were intoxicated. He tasted brandy on the man’s lips and on his tongue
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48
when he pushed it between Kael’s lips. Romodanovsky trailed his mouth away from
Kael’s and up to his ear. “Come to bed with me,” he said quietly.
Suddenly angry and not sure why, Kael took a step back. There was
unquestionably an attraction between them. Mature and physically fit, the Russian was
exactly the type of man Kael had always found
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