Stille Nacht - present /PicFic Tuesday
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Alexander Anikov was the newest kind of THRUSH chief; he was Russian by birth, although his parents were both from the Ukraine. He had been brought up within the closed ranks of Soviet dignitaries for whom privilege translated to power, and power assumed a degree of entitlement not known to the average citizen.
Not satisfied with the opportunities available within the Soviet structure, Anikov had looked for other avenues of gaining the power and wealth that he craved. THRUSH came calling at the just the right time, and when Alexander Anikov opened the door to the Hierarchy it was like a Pandora’s box of potential horrors. The brutality of a Stalinesque agenda combined with the same megalomaniacal vision that drove THRUSH and its chief designers when Anikov joined forces with them.
“Be careful, tovarisch. He’s wary of newcomers, especially those from the USSR.”
Illya nodded his agreement. How to be careful though, in a situation such as this?”
“I shall not take any unnecessary risks, but …’
He turned to look fully into his partner’s face, blue eyes unable to reassure Solo that all would be well.
“…we know there are some, and this man must be stopped.”
Illya understood men like Anikov, although from a distance. It had been an easy decision on Waverly’s part to send Kuryakin into this assignment. No one else within the Command would be able to move with the same ease, or convince Anikov of the prize they were promising, but would not deliver.
Napoleon watched his partner cross the street towards Anikov’s party as they exited the church. It seemed an indecent kind of strategy to use a church for what was surely an unholy venture; the American hoped that Illya would succeed in deterring Anikov’s plans.
It was difficult to believe this was Christmas Eve. The American sighed into the empty night, hopeful that his friend would be able to infiltrate the other Russian’s band of outlaws.
As Napoleon sat in the window observing the scene below, Illya stopped beside a large tree whose sagging branches were supporting the recent snowfall. Two of Anikov’s bodyguards approached the UNCLE agent, exchanging greetings and then, Napoleon supposed, some type of pre-arranged code for the purpose of identifying one another.
Finally, Alexander Anikov approached Illya. He extended his hand in a manner that suggested he was not wary of the man, although it was impossible to believe he was ever a trusting individual under any circumstances.
“Comrade, you have gone to a great deal of trouble to meet me here, as I have in order to accommodate this rendezvous. I hope you have something worthy of my time and effort.”
He spoke in Russian, daring the blond to be anything but authentic.
“Da, Comrade Anikov. I have encountered great danger in order to bring to you … ‘
Illya paused, casting a glance over his left shoulder as though someone may be lurking close by.
“… an offer.”
Anikov’s expression betrayed nothing about his response to Illya’s statement.
“What sort of offer? You must know that if you have wasted my time with this…’
He indicated the man to his left, who pulled back his coat to reveal a Makarov; it was a familiar firearm to Illya, and he coolly responded by nodding his head as an acknowledgement of the threat.
“So then, tovarisch, tell me this great thing you have for me.”
Illya was wearing a mink fur ushanka, something he had acquired while on an excursion into the northernmost regions of Russia. He had secured the earflaps on the crown of the hat, but now he released them and pulled them down over his ears. It was a signal to Napoleon that contact was successful.
Illya would be unveiling the plan concocted by UNCLE for the demise of Alexander Anikov, to the man himself.
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Date: 2012-12-12 03:56 am (UTC)Thanks for being interested :D