I've heard, gentlemen Záitsev, that they're selling their daughter.-I said, reloading against the door frame. I was in one of those forgotten towns on the border of Russia with other poor countries in Eastern Europe, which had impoverished even more after the fall of the Soviet Union.
-Is he interested?-Asked the gray-haired man with a double chin hanging in two lines. I nodded. -It's 20,000.
-Is it rubles, dollars, euros...?.
-It's all the same.-He replied.
-Rubles, then.-I responded, trying to hide my laughter. Despite everything, they didn't have a very elaborate concept of currencies.
The old man nodded and gave an order to the older woman with brown hair tangled in braids that showed gray strands. The house, although gray, had some interesting tones.
-What can she do?-I asked.
-She'll do the household chores. She'll sleep wherever you tell her. It's better than a dog.-He spat on the ground.
-How old is she?
-19.
-Can she read, write? Does she speak any other language besides Russian?
-She only speaks.-The old man smiled.- Simply because I need company at home. A girl with her daughter would be good for me not to exhaust myself with chores after work. Only that I don't want to pay for the service of a stranger I don't trust and neither do I want the trouble of a couple. Her job would be simple and my life too.
-Are you going to take her?-The question caught me off guard. The girl was entering, behind a sheet that served as a door with her mother behind her carrying a backpack.
-Is she a virgin?
-Yes. We don't raise whores.-Even so, they sell their daughter to whoever...
-I suppose then that your idea is to attract potential buyers, give them a price, take them to this point and force them to pay more knowing that your daughter can be used for one thing or another.-The old man nodded- But you might be lying.
-I'll know. You... He got the soul corrupt enough to buy a slave, but not enough to be like the last pigs that came. You came in person. Don't you trust anyone else to do that? Really? Slapped my tongue. -30,000 rubles more. -Sold-. The old man smiled with yellow teeth.
The girl, with her deep blue eyes and face marked by acne, was very well taken care of. These old men lived in poverty but raised their daughters as best they could. Although her teeth were not entirely straight, she had all her teeth and didn't seem to suffer from any disease in general. Her body, still below the thick and old coat from World War II, seemed to be quite well proportioned.
It seemed sad but didn't look at me with hatred, tried to be helpful; offered to carry my backpack. I declined. We walked until a point in the forest where I had left the car. Finally, I realized how badly I had planned this. I didn't have clothes for her, we were in autumn and making her take a bath in a river would kill her, heating water would attract attention and if I took her to a hotel or an inn it would also attract attention.
I opened the trunk of the car and she followed me. I stayed looking at the water jug, icebox, and food bags that were there. I closed the trunk and opened the back door of the car. We were four hours away from the town where I had bought it. I got in and she stayed standing outside with her things next to the pickup truck.
Get in, I indicated. She obeyed. Okay, everything is like this, I said once the door was closed. She was impressed by the interior of the pickup truck, the heat made her blush, and it was obvious that everything was new for her.
We need to give you a bath, get you some clothes, and rest because in three days we need to be on a boat headed to my country.
Sir, I have clothes in my backpack and I can bathe in the river,
The clothes didn't look too bad, she had some ripped jeans and very worn-out t-shirts. She would give me one of her t-shirts and one of my jackets once it was clean.
I only had blankets in the car and if I got sick on the way there wouldn't be a way to help her. But there was a way to solve this.
If you want to bathe in the river, do it. Keep the clothes you like and throw away the rest. If you don't want to throw them away, that's fine too. We'll buy more. You'll use my clothes and we'll go to a hotel in a city so you can rest until tomorrow.
She nodded and almost ran out of the car. She slipped on a muddy patch on the road and got up to undress by the river. I saw her undressing there while the river took away the clothes and the sky darkened. I turned on the car and the heating. I walked as close to the river as I could and went down with a towel. She came out covering her chest and groin. She walked with her feet gripping her shoes, covered herself with the towel, and got into the car.
The heating surprised her.
You can talk to me about anything you want. With other people, I recommend you be careful.
Yes, sir,
I'm only five years older than you. You don't need to address me as 'sir', 'master', or anything like that. Try talking to me in the informal form. - What's his name? Your name! - Corrected.
- Marco. And yours?
- My parents didn't give me one.
- We'll think of one. One you like.
- Thanks! I smiled as if I had received a blessing.
- Go, get dressed after drying off well. Try to hide your surprise when we arrive at the hotel.
The girl nodded. During the entire 4-hour trip, we were thinking about names and the facade in case they asked about our relationship at the hotel.
End of Part 1
The story should be longer, of course it's going to have a lot of screwups, I'm just building the foundations. If you want to know how it continues because the concept or something like that catches your attention leave your points and comments.
-Is he interested?-Asked the gray-haired man with a double chin hanging in two lines. I nodded. -It's 20,000.
-Is it rubles, dollars, euros...?.
-It's all the same.-He replied.
-Rubles, then.-I responded, trying to hide my laughter. Despite everything, they didn't have a very elaborate concept of currencies.
The old man nodded and gave an order to the older woman with brown hair tangled in braids that showed gray strands. The house, although gray, had some interesting tones.
-What can she do?-I asked.
-She'll do the household chores. She'll sleep wherever you tell her. It's better than a dog.-He spat on the ground.
-How old is she?
-19.
-Can she read, write? Does she speak any other language besides Russian?
-She only speaks.-The old man smiled.- Simply because I need company at home. A girl with her daughter would be good for me not to exhaust myself with chores after work. Only that I don't want to pay for the service of a stranger I don't trust and neither do I want the trouble of a couple. Her job would be simple and my life too.
-Are you going to take her?-The question caught me off guard. The girl was entering, behind a sheet that served as a door with her mother behind her carrying a backpack.
-Is she a virgin?
-Yes. We don't raise whores.-Even so, they sell their daughter to whoever...
-I suppose then that your idea is to attract potential buyers, give them a price, take them to this point and force them to pay more knowing that your daughter can be used for one thing or another.-The old man nodded- But you might be lying.
-I'll know. You... He got the soul corrupt enough to buy a slave, but not enough to be like the last pigs that came. You came in person. Don't you trust anyone else to do that? Really? Slapped my tongue. -30,000 rubles more. -Sold-. The old man smiled with yellow teeth.
The girl, with her deep blue eyes and face marked by acne, was very well taken care of. These old men lived in poverty but raised their daughters as best they could. Although her teeth were not entirely straight, she had all her teeth and didn't seem to suffer from any disease in general. Her body, still below the thick and old coat from World War II, seemed to be quite well proportioned.
It seemed sad but didn't look at me with hatred, tried to be helpful; offered to carry my backpack. I declined. We walked until a point in the forest where I had left the car. Finally, I realized how badly I had planned this. I didn't have clothes for her, we were in autumn and making her take a bath in a river would kill her, heating water would attract attention and if I took her to a hotel or an inn it would also attract attention.
I opened the trunk of the car and she followed me. I stayed looking at the water jug, icebox, and food bags that were there. I closed the trunk and opened the back door of the car. We were four hours away from the town where I had bought it. I got in and she stayed standing outside with her things next to the pickup truck.
Get in, I indicated. She obeyed. Okay, everything is like this, I said once the door was closed. She was impressed by the interior of the pickup truck, the heat made her blush, and it was obvious that everything was new for her.
We need to give you a bath, get you some clothes, and rest because in three days we need to be on a boat headed to my country.
Sir, I have clothes in my backpack and I can bathe in the river,
The clothes didn't look too bad, she had some ripped jeans and very worn-out t-shirts. She would give me one of her t-shirts and one of my jackets once it was clean.
I only had blankets in the car and if I got sick on the way there wouldn't be a way to help her. But there was a way to solve this.
If you want to bathe in the river, do it. Keep the clothes you like and throw away the rest. If you don't want to throw them away, that's fine too. We'll buy more. You'll use my clothes and we'll go to a hotel in a city so you can rest until tomorrow.
She nodded and almost ran out of the car. She slipped on a muddy patch on the road and got up to undress by the river. I saw her undressing there while the river took away the clothes and the sky darkened. I turned on the car and the heating. I walked as close to the river as I could and went down with a towel. She came out covering her chest and groin. She walked with her feet gripping her shoes, covered herself with the towel, and got into the car.
The heating surprised her.
You can talk to me about anything you want. With other people, I recommend you be careful.
Yes, sir,
I'm only five years older than you. You don't need to address me as 'sir', 'master', or anything like that. Try talking to me in the informal form. - What's his name? Your name! - Corrected.
- Marco. And yours?
- My parents didn't give me one.
- We'll think of one. One you like.
- Thanks! I smiled as if I had received a blessing.
- Go, get dressed after drying off well. Try to hide your surprise when we arrive at the hotel.
The girl nodded. During the entire 4-hour trip, we were thinking about names and the facade in case they asked about our relationship at the hotel.
End of Part 1
The story should be longer, of course it's going to have a lot of screwups, I'm just building the foundations. If you want to know how it continues because the concept or something like that catches your attention leave your points and comments.
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