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the holly tree, past the flower beds. The security detail in the garden
consisted of two uniformed police officers and one man from Romodanovsky’s
personal guard. None of them spotted the two men. With his arm around
Romodanovsky’s shoulder to keep him close, Kael ran silently with him through the
gardens to the high surrounding wall. With care he picked a path through rose beds
that lined the wall. “You first.” He cupped his hands to give the other man a leg up,
amazed at the ease with which a man of sixty-two leaped, easily scrambling the rest of
the way. Kael stepped back several feet, took a run, and scaled the wall. On the other
side, they dropped down and made their way to the park.
For thirty minutes, they ran at a steady, even pace. All the while, Kael scanned
their surroundings for possible danger. But no one had seen them leave, and he knew
they were safe. Finally Romodanovsky began to tire. He slowed and stopped. Kael led
the way to a bench near the lake, where they sat, well away from the nearest lamppost.
Romodanovsky turned sideways on the bench to face him. “That’s better. Life is
far too sedentary as a politician. Have you always lived in London?”
Coming to a decision, Kael said, “I was born in Liverpool.” What difference could
it make if a man like this knew a little about him?
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“The home of the Beatles. I was born and raised in Switzerland, but now I live in
my motherland, Russia. What school did you attend before Cambridge?”
“College Grange.”
“So you are part of the old boys’ network. Did your father work in intelligence?”
Kael shrugged. His father was a waiter or something in a fancy hotel.
“It’s all in the DNA,” Romodanovsky went on as though Kael had answered.
“Look what happened to Russia under communism. Egalitarianism only goes so far.
Meritocracy is flawed, as there are few from the lower classes with any real intelligence.
A strong right-wing government is the only way. People need to be controlled.”
Turning sideways to face the man, Kael said, “I thought your interest was in
getting rid of organized crime.”
“It is, but only because it erodes government power and siphons wealth from
those who are truly deserving of it. Those who would use it wisely.”
“You’re the worst kind of fucking snob,” Kael said. “You think that because you
were born wealthy, you’re more deserving than those who were born poor.”
“Are you a socialist?” Romodanovsky laughed. “Surely not.”
“I have no political affiliations, but I know money does not make you a better
person.”
“Of course it does. But it’s more than just that. It’s in the genes. I come from a long
line of rich landowners and natural leaders. All intelligent, cultured men and women. I
could do nothing else but be in a position of great authority.”
Kael felt like smacking him again. “What about your effeminate son at
Cambridge?”
“Every litter has its runt,” Romodanovsky said.
“What about self-made millionaires or geniuses in a family of ordinary people?”
“Mutations,” he said decisively. “Mutations are always welcome when they better
the species. But a man like you, with your background, you should have children.”
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The Russian knew nothing about Kael’s background. Like most people who met
him and knew where he had gone to school, Romodanovsky assumed he came from
wealth. “I thought we’d already established that I’m queer.”
“Queer?” The man laughed. “Interesting word. You are very handsome, highly
intelligent, and determined to have your own way. Just like me. Just because you prefer
men does not mean those superior genes of yours should not be reproduced.”
“That is highly unlikely to happen. Have you ever made a pass at a man before?”
“Yes, I’ve just never been refused. Am I too old for you?”
“Not at all,”
consisted of two uniformed police officers and one man from Romodanovsky’s
personal guard. None of them spotted the two men. With his arm around
Romodanovsky’s shoulder to keep him close, Kael ran silently with him through the
gardens to the high surrounding wall. With care he picked a path through rose beds
that lined the wall. “You first.” He cupped his hands to give the other man a leg up,
amazed at the ease with which a man of sixty-two leaped, easily scrambling the rest of
the way. Kael stepped back several feet, took a run, and scaled the wall. On the other
side, they dropped down and made their way to the park.
For thirty minutes, they ran at a steady, even pace. All the while, Kael scanned
their surroundings for possible danger. But no one had seen them leave, and he knew
they were safe. Finally Romodanovsky began to tire. He slowed and stopped. Kael led
the way to a bench near the lake, where they sat, well away from the nearest lamppost.
Romodanovsky turned sideways on the bench to face him. “That’s better. Life is
far too sedentary as a politician. Have you always lived in London?”
Coming to a decision, Kael said, “I was born in Liverpool.” What difference could
it make if a man like this knew a little about him?
Fyn Alexander | Sins of the Father
51
“The home of the Beatles. I was born and raised in Switzerland, but now I live in
my motherland, Russia. What school did you attend before Cambridge?”
“College Grange.”
“So you are part of the old boys’ network. Did your father work in intelligence?”
Kael shrugged. His father was a waiter or something in a fancy hotel.
“It’s all in the DNA,” Romodanovsky went on as though Kael had answered.
“Look what happened to Russia under communism. Egalitarianism only goes so far.
Meritocracy is flawed, as there are few from the lower classes with any real intelligence.
A strong right-wing government is the only way. People need to be controlled.”
Turning sideways to face the man, Kael said, “I thought your interest was in
getting rid of organized crime.”
“It is, but only because it erodes government power and siphons wealth from
those who are truly deserving of it. Those who would use it wisely.”
“You’re the worst kind of fucking snob,” Kael said. “You think that because you
were born wealthy, you’re more deserving than those who were born poor.”
“Are you a socialist?” Romodanovsky laughed. “Surely not.”
“I have no political affiliations, but I know money does not make you a better
person.”
“Of course it does. But it’s more than just that. It’s in the genes. I come from a long
line of rich landowners and natural leaders. All intelligent, cultured men and women. I
could do nothing else but be in a position of great authority.”
Kael felt like smacking him again. “What about your effeminate son at
Cambridge?”
“Every litter has its runt,” Romodanovsky said.
“What about self-made millionaires or geniuses in a family of ordinary people?”
“Mutations,” he said decisively. “Mutations are always welcome when they better
the species. But a man like you, with your background, you should have children.”
Fyn Alexander | Sins of the Father
52
The Russian knew nothing about Kael’s background. Like most people who met
him and knew where he had gone to school, Romodanovsky assumed he came from
wealth. “I thought we’d already established that I’m queer.”
“Queer?” The man laughed. “Interesting word. You are very handsome, highly
intelligent, and determined to have your own way. Just like me. Just because you prefer
men does not mean those superior genes of yours should not be reproduced.”
“That is highly unlikely to happen. Have you ever made a pass at a man before?”
“Yes, I’ve just never been refused. Am I too old for you?”
“Not at all,”
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