Chapter 20- Kirov Station
Raul sank back into the seat, propped up a pillow behind his head and laid back leaning on it. He closed his eyes and began thinking of a plan which he has to execute at Moscow. The people he is going to meet is from one of the large business corporation named Index Inc., having their business interests across the domains from agriculture to space science. He is very sure that this mission he undertook is like a long distance marathon with hurdles.
Raul could hear the sound of boots along the corridor, from outside his cabin. He could hear people talk and some muted commotion. He turned and looked outside the window, saw a couple of soldiers walking along the track with their rucksacks. The train had made the stop for the soldiers to board the train.
A couple of minutes later, he felt the train move and gain speed to the next Station. He pulled out his feel good book- The Alchemist from his backpack and started flipping through the pages. He has read it a thousand one times but he still loves reading that book over and over again. He had bought that book from India. For him the book brought him some memories which are like a preserved flowers in pages of a book, the gentle reminder of something passed. It brushes through the subconscious, recalling memories that bring out the deepest spark of nostalgia of the soul. He loved the theme of the book and somehow he could relate to it.
Staring at the page, his thoughts drifted to the time he spent in India as a part of mission for Mr.Wilson . He had spent a couple of years in the land of colors and contrasts that is India. With every passing day, he loved that country like no other. As usual like in any new place, there was teething troubles, like his palette which had to adapt to the new tastes, sounds, chaos, which he later got hooked on to. Every good memory he has in his life, his ridiculously scary career came from India.
Mr.Wilson had once send him to Bangalore, the IT capital of India for a great deal of time. It was an year long mission, collecting data and information what Wilson wanted, creating new assets for Mr.Wilson apart from a few other mundane things. It was in India he learned how intricate and deep the rabbit hole went. It was very exciting as, it was not just the information capture that he was into, but his mission objectives included grooming assets and creating establishments that could aid in capturing information from the adversaries.
For Mr.Wilson the role of Raul was more like a Spy Master in India; but on the records Raul was a Data Analyst.
This is one mission that tested the loyalty of Raul. He was literally working 'Behind the Enemy Lines' for Mr Wilson.
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His phone rang snapping him awake from his thoughts. It was an unknown number which looked like a VOIP (Voice over Internet Protocol) call.
Raul picked the phone but didn't speak.
"Hello" a soft female voice spoke from the other end."Raul?"
"Da...Raul! это кто? (Eto Kto- Who is it?) " asked Raul in a very firm voice.
"Aaaah.. This is Nupur Kalashnikova"
"Aah Aloo. How are you?" asked Raul
"I am okay." replied Nupur."Where are you Raul?"
"I am away from Pete (St.Petersberg). I have a client to meet" replied Raul.
"Are you trying to rap, Raul?" asked Nupura with a sarcastic chuckle." Just called to ask if you could care for some Ptichye moloko sometime later?"
"Wish I could..."
"до скорого- (Do Skorogo- See you soon)" said Nupur
"Da"
and she disconnected the call.
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..
That was odd, thought Raul. Here he was thinking about India and someone whom he had met in India calls him out of the blue.
Raul could hear the sound of boots along the corridor, from outside his cabin. He could hear people talk and some muted commotion. He turned and looked outside the window, saw a couple of soldiers walking along the track with their rucksacks. The train had made the stop for the soldiers to board the train.
A couple of minutes later, he felt the train move and gain speed to the next Station. He pulled out his feel good book- The Alchemist from his backpack and started flipping through the pages. He has read it a thousand one times but he still loves reading that book over and over again. He had bought that book from India. For him the book brought him some memories which are like a preserved flowers in pages of a book, the gentle reminder of something passed. It brushes through the subconscious, recalling memories that bring out the deepest spark of nostalgia of the soul. He loved the theme of the book and somehow he could relate to it.
Staring at the page, his thoughts drifted to the time he spent in India as a part of mission for Mr.Wilson . He had spent a couple of years in the land of colors and contrasts that is India. With every passing day, he loved that country like no other. As usual like in any new place, there was teething troubles, like his palette which had to adapt to the new tastes, sounds, chaos, which he later got hooked on to. Every good memory he has in his life, his ridiculously scary career came from India.
Mr.Wilson had once send him to Bangalore, the IT capital of India for a great deal of time. It was an year long mission, collecting data and information what Wilson wanted, creating new assets for Mr.Wilson apart from a few other mundane things. It was in India he learned how intricate and deep the rabbit hole went. It was very exciting as, it was not just the information capture that he was into, but his mission objectives included grooming assets and creating establishments that could aid in capturing information from the adversaries.
For Mr.Wilson the role of Raul was more like a Spy Master in India; but on the records Raul was a Data Analyst.
This is one mission that tested the loyalty of Raul. He was literally working 'Behind the Enemy Lines' for Mr Wilson.
..
..
His phone rang snapping him awake from his thoughts. It was an unknown number which looked like a VOIP (Voice over Internet Protocol) call.
Raul picked the phone but didn't speak.
"Hello" a soft female voice spoke from the other end."Raul?"
"Da...Raul! это кто? (Eto Kto- Who is it?) " asked Raul in a very firm voice.
"Aaaah.. This is Nupur Kalashnikova"
"Aah Aloo. How are you?" asked Raul
"I am okay." replied Nupur."Where are you Raul?"
"I am away from Pete (St.Petersberg). I have a client to meet" replied Raul.
"Are you trying to rap, Raul?" asked Nupura with a sarcastic chuckle." Just called to ask if you could care for some Ptichye moloko sometime later?"
"Wish I could..."
"до скорого- (Do Skorogo- See you soon)" said Nupur
"Da"
and she disconnected the call.
..
..
That was odd, thought Raul. Here he was thinking about India and someone whom he had met in India calls him out of the blue.
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