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Authors: Ross Kemp
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seeming to lunge in time with his jabs.At the sight of Alexei’s pallid face, the blond teenager smiled.
‘I was nervous the first time too,’ he said airily. ‘You ever hear about the Construktko riot – the one at that guy Lebedev’s place?’
Alexei nodded.
‘I threw up in the van on the way there.Medved nearly killed me. But once we got stuck in’ – Marat punched into the bag for emphasis – ‘I was OK.I was better than OK.I loved every second of it.’
Before Alexei could reply, Pavel clapped his hands together and led the Eagles out of the gym.Viktor was nowhere to be seen.As they marched through the streets, Alexei felt overwhelmed by a wave of fear and adrenaline.No laughter broke the grim silence.
They didn’t have far to walk: rounding a street corner, Alexei’s heart sank at the sight of a group of Uzbek youths milling outside a cafe, laughing and joking with one another as they smoked and drank coffee.Pavel turned and faced the rest of the Eagles, his fist clenched.
‘Ready?’ he asked.
‘For Mother Russia!’ bellowed Medved.
The gang let out a primeval roar as they crashed into the Uzbeks, weapons brandished and fists flying.Holding back at the rear of the charge, Alexei froze.This was nothing like fighting in the ring – the Eagles descended upon their victims like a pack of wild dogs, breaking noses on knuckledusters and cracking bones with hammers, bars and chains.A man appeared out of the melee before Alexei, and swung a wild punch in his direction.Alexei ducked out of the way, instinctively responding with a left hook that knocked the man off his feet.
Stunned by the ferocity of the ambush, the Uzbeks scattered like antelope.One or two lay prone in the road, helpless as the Eagles pummelled them with kicks andpunches.The air rang with shouts of rage and alarm.Caught up in the confusion, Alexei was nearly knocked over by an Uzbek sprinting past him.
‘Get that bastard!’ Pavel barked at him.
Alexei turned and gave chase, his heart pounding in his chest.The Uzbek darted left, down a narrow alleyway that ran alongside a restaurant.The path was littered with rubbish; hurdling a pile of wooden crates, Alexei nearly stumbled to the ground.Ahead of him, the Uzbek slipped on a piece of rotten food, and went sprawling into a pile of rubbish bags.Closing in on his target, Alexei saw that the boy was the same age as him, perhaps even younger.Blood trickled from a cut on his forehead down into his eyes.As Alexei stood over him, the Uzbek shielded his head with his hands.
‘Get out of here!’ hissed Alexei.
The youth stared at him, dumbfounded.
‘Are you deaf?’ Alexei shouted.‘Get out of here or I’ll beat the shit out of you!’
He raised his fist threateningly.The bewildered Uzbek scrambled to his feet and staggered away down the alleyway.When he had disappeared from sight, Alexei let out a deep sigh of relief.If he could convince the Eagles he had been in a proper fight, perhaps they would let him into the gang after all.
Alexei was weighing up his next move when he heard a siren wail, and a police car screeched to a halt at the head of the alleyway.
10. Running Scared
‘Hey, you!’
Alexei froze as an officer in a thick leather jacket and fur hat climbed purposefully out of the driver’s seat.This was the last thing he needed.If the police thought he was a member of the Moscow Eagles and arrested him Alexei could be in serious trouble.But then Darius Jordan had been clear that if the authorities found out the truth his mission was over.Worse, Alexei had a nasty feeling that he would be left completely on his own – and without Trojan to back him up, who would believe his story?
‘Don’t move!’ warned the policeman.
But Alexei was already running.
He pounded down the alleyway, tipping over crates of mouldy vegetables behind him as he went.The sound of running footsteps pursued him as he reached the wire fence at the end of the passage.Alexei scrambled up the
‘I was nervous the first time too,’ he said airily. ‘You ever hear about the Construktko riot – the one at that guy Lebedev’s place?’
Alexei nodded.
‘I threw up in the van on the way there.Medved nearly killed me. But once we got stuck in’ – Marat punched into the bag for emphasis – ‘I was OK.I was better than OK.I loved every second of it.’
Before Alexei could reply, Pavel clapped his hands together and led the Eagles out of the gym.Viktor was nowhere to be seen.As they marched through the streets, Alexei felt overwhelmed by a wave of fear and adrenaline.No laughter broke the grim silence.
They didn’t have far to walk: rounding a street corner, Alexei’s heart sank at the sight of a group of Uzbek youths milling outside a cafe, laughing and joking with one another as they smoked and drank coffee.Pavel turned and faced the rest of the Eagles, his fist clenched.
‘Ready?’ he asked.
‘For Mother Russia!’ bellowed Medved.
The gang let out a primeval roar as they crashed into the Uzbeks, weapons brandished and fists flying.Holding back at the rear of the charge, Alexei froze.This was nothing like fighting in the ring – the Eagles descended upon their victims like a pack of wild dogs, breaking noses on knuckledusters and cracking bones with hammers, bars and chains.A man appeared out of the melee before Alexei, and swung a wild punch in his direction.Alexei ducked out of the way, instinctively responding with a left hook that knocked the man off his feet.
Stunned by the ferocity of the ambush, the Uzbeks scattered like antelope.One or two lay prone in the road, helpless as the Eagles pummelled them with kicks andpunches.The air rang with shouts of rage and alarm.Caught up in the confusion, Alexei was nearly knocked over by an Uzbek sprinting past him.
‘Get that bastard!’ Pavel barked at him.
Alexei turned and gave chase, his heart pounding in his chest.The Uzbek darted left, down a narrow alleyway that ran alongside a restaurant.The path was littered with rubbish; hurdling a pile of wooden crates, Alexei nearly stumbled to the ground.Ahead of him, the Uzbek slipped on a piece of rotten food, and went sprawling into a pile of rubbish bags.Closing in on his target, Alexei saw that the boy was the same age as him, perhaps even younger.Blood trickled from a cut on his forehead down into his eyes.As Alexei stood over him, the Uzbek shielded his head with his hands.
‘Get out of here!’ hissed Alexei.
The youth stared at him, dumbfounded.
‘Are you deaf?’ Alexei shouted.‘Get out of here or I’ll beat the shit out of you!’
He raised his fist threateningly.The bewildered Uzbek scrambled to his feet and staggered away down the alleyway.When he had disappeared from sight, Alexei let out a deep sigh of relief.If he could convince the Eagles he had been in a proper fight, perhaps they would let him into the gang after all.
Alexei was weighing up his next move when he heard a siren wail, and a police car screeched to a halt at the head of the alleyway.
10. Running Scared
‘Hey, you!’
Alexei froze as an officer in a thick leather jacket and fur hat climbed purposefully out of the driver’s seat.This was the last thing he needed.If the police thought he was a member of the Moscow Eagles and arrested him Alexei could be in serious trouble.But then Darius Jordan had been clear that if the authorities found out the truth his mission was over.Worse, Alexei had a nasty feeling that he would be left completely on his own – and without Trojan to back him up, who would believe his story?
‘Don’t move!’ warned the policeman.
But Alexei was already running.
He pounded down the alleyway, tipping over crates of mouldy vegetables behind him as he went.The sound of running footsteps pursued him as he reached the wire fence at the end of the passage.Alexei scrambled up the
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