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Authors: Ross Kemp
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to his feet.He sombrely surveyed the Eagles for several seconds before speaking.
‘My friends,’ he said finally, opening his arms.‘My white brothers.These have been dark times for us.This week, we have lost a great man, one of our bravest and most steadfast soldiers.Yet again the authorities – overrun by dirty foreigners; infiltrated by sly, deceitful Jews – have betrayed the true Russian heroes, the whites whose struggles and sacrifices provided the foundations for this great nation.’
A murmur of assent rumbled around the table.Eventhough Alexei disagreed with Viktor’s every word, he couldn’t deny that there was something powerful about the way he spoke.The entire bar was hushed in rapt attention.
‘Maybe the foreigners think that, with Nikolai in prison, they have won.Maybe the foreigners think that they no longer have to worry about the Moscow Eagles.’ Viktor was greeted with loud howls of disapproval.With a smile, he gestured for quiet.
‘We need to send them a message that we are going nowhere.A message that will be unmistakable in its tone and its intent.We will send that message with our fists and our feet, and the weapons in our hands.’ His voice began to rise in volume.‘And they had better listen!The Chechens, the Armenians, the Tajiks, the Africans and the Jews!None of them will be spared the righteous wrath of the Moscow Eagles!All will feel the might of the White Russian hammer upon them!’
The Eagles rose to their feet, cheering and banging their glasses on the table.Amid the uproar, Viktor leaned over and whispered in Alexei’s ear: ‘You want to join us, you take part tomorrow.No one can join the Eagles until they have spilt blood.’
Even as he tried to look enthusiastic, Alexei’s heart sank.
It was dark by the time Alexei climbed the stairs out of the bar.He took a couple of deep breaths, relishing the cold, crisp air in his lungs.The sound of a chair breaking followed him up the steps: the Eagles were only just starting to party.Alexei had stayed for as long as he couldstomach it, until his head was spinning and his words were coming out slurred.In order to leave, he claimed that his girlfriend was nagging him to come home – a statement that caused the rest of the gang no end of amusement.Only Medved continue to glower at him.The skinhead had moodily drained jug after jug of beer, to seemingly no effect.
Alexei got on to the metro at Komsomolskaya Square and headed back towards Taganka.Dozing off in his seat, he nearly missed his stop, only just slipping out through the doors before they shut.He walked back through empty streets and scaled the hill towards the monastery.
The building was dark, the people carrier no longer parked by the entrance, and Alexei was momentarily worried that Trojan Industries had melted away. Hurrying inside, he was relieved to see the electronic equipment pulsing in the glare of the spotlights.Two operatives talked softly to one another as they studied CCTV footage.As Alexei entered the main hall, Richard Madison put down the newspaper he was reading and hurried over to greet him.At the sight of Alexei’s dishevelled appearance, the Englishman raised an amused eyebrow.
‘Seems some of us have been having more fun than others.You smell like a bloody brewery, son.’
Alexei slumped wearily into a chair.‘Viktor took us to a bar.I tried to stay sober, but they kept topping my drink up.’
‘Yeah, that’s what they all say.I’ll go put some coffee on.’
Madison bustled away, passing Darius Jordan as he appeared out of one of the antechambers.The Americaninstantly noted the marks on Alexei’s face.‘Looks like you’ve already seen some action.What happened?’
Alexei wearily rubbed his eyes.‘I had an argument with one of the Eagles.He won.’
‘So the first meeting didn’t go well, then?’
‘They’re pretty tough customers, and they sure as hell don’t like strangers.This guy Medved hates my guts, but for now he can’t do
‘My friends,’ he said finally, opening his arms.‘My white brothers.These have been dark times for us.This week, we have lost a great man, one of our bravest and most steadfast soldiers.Yet again the authorities – overrun by dirty foreigners; infiltrated by sly, deceitful Jews – have betrayed the true Russian heroes, the whites whose struggles and sacrifices provided the foundations for this great nation.’
A murmur of assent rumbled around the table.Eventhough Alexei disagreed with Viktor’s every word, he couldn’t deny that there was something powerful about the way he spoke.The entire bar was hushed in rapt attention.
‘Maybe the foreigners think that, with Nikolai in prison, they have won.Maybe the foreigners think that they no longer have to worry about the Moscow Eagles.’ Viktor was greeted with loud howls of disapproval.With a smile, he gestured for quiet.
‘We need to send them a message that we are going nowhere.A message that will be unmistakable in its tone and its intent.We will send that message with our fists and our feet, and the weapons in our hands.’ His voice began to rise in volume.‘And they had better listen!The Chechens, the Armenians, the Tajiks, the Africans and the Jews!None of them will be spared the righteous wrath of the Moscow Eagles!All will feel the might of the White Russian hammer upon them!’
The Eagles rose to their feet, cheering and banging their glasses on the table.Amid the uproar, Viktor leaned over and whispered in Alexei’s ear: ‘You want to join us, you take part tomorrow.No one can join the Eagles until they have spilt blood.’
Even as he tried to look enthusiastic, Alexei’s heart sank.
It was dark by the time Alexei climbed the stairs out of the bar.He took a couple of deep breaths, relishing the cold, crisp air in his lungs.The sound of a chair breaking followed him up the steps: the Eagles were only just starting to party.Alexei had stayed for as long as he couldstomach it, until his head was spinning and his words were coming out slurred.In order to leave, he claimed that his girlfriend was nagging him to come home – a statement that caused the rest of the gang no end of amusement.Only Medved continue to glower at him.The skinhead had moodily drained jug after jug of beer, to seemingly no effect.
Alexei got on to the metro at Komsomolskaya Square and headed back towards Taganka.Dozing off in his seat, he nearly missed his stop, only just slipping out through the doors before they shut.He walked back through empty streets and scaled the hill towards the monastery.
The building was dark, the people carrier no longer parked by the entrance, and Alexei was momentarily worried that Trojan Industries had melted away. Hurrying inside, he was relieved to see the electronic equipment pulsing in the glare of the spotlights.Two operatives talked softly to one another as they studied CCTV footage.As Alexei entered the main hall, Richard Madison put down the newspaper he was reading and hurried over to greet him.At the sight of Alexei’s dishevelled appearance, the Englishman raised an amused eyebrow.
‘Seems some of us have been having more fun than others.You smell like a bloody brewery, son.’
Alexei slumped wearily into a chair.‘Viktor took us to a bar.I tried to stay sober, but they kept topping my drink up.’
‘Yeah, that’s what they all say.I’ll go put some coffee on.’
Madison bustled away, passing Darius Jordan as he appeared out of one of the antechambers.The Americaninstantly noted the marks on Alexei’s face.‘Looks like you’ve already seen some action.What happened?’
Alexei wearily rubbed his eyes.‘I had an argument with one of the Eagles.He won.’
‘So the first meeting didn’t go well, then?’
‘They’re pretty tough customers, and they sure as hell don’t like strangers.This guy Medved hates my guts, but for now he can’t do
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