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Prey World - Counterrevolution By Alexander Merow Characters: 4792

Updated: 2018-07-06 12:02

"Soon there will be civil war in Russia. It is only a question of time", moaned Frank.

"After the rally in Pushkin, we will drive back home to Ivas. Then we`ll enjoy a few free days, okay?"

"A good idea! I want to see Julia again. Moreover, HOK and me wanted to play..."

B?umer interrupted him. "Svetlana has called me yesterday. Have I already told you?"


"Yes, the cute, blonde girl from the pub in Minsk. Can you remember her?"

"Oh! Yes, she was really cute!"

"I gonna meet her tomorrow", explained Alf proudly.

"What?" Frank looked distraught.

"Yes, why not? She seems to like me!"

"Congratulations!", said Kohlhaas with a hint of jealousy in his voice.

One day later, B?umer had met Svetlana and was somewhere in Minsk now. They wanted to go to a restaurant in the outskirts to eat comfortably, as Alfred had told.

Meanwhile, it was already 22.00 o` clock. Frank boredly sat on the couch in his living room and watched television. The Belarusian TV program was sometimes not very interesting, as he had to admit. Now he watched a report about the resettlement of young families in rural areas. His friend Artur Tschistokjow was interviewed once again and explained, that he would do everything to help the Belarusian farmers, who were still fighting for their existence.

Finally, a movie followed. It was an old film from the last years of the 20th century called "Braveheart". Nevertheless, Frank liked it, at least, it was about a rebel.

After "Braveheart", Kohlhaas started to clean up his traditionally messy kitchen, washed some dishes and tried to restore some order, because Alf wanted to stay for the night in his apartment.

Suddenly the phone rang. It was 1.12 o`clock in the morning.

"What's up?", asked Kohlhaas and yawned.

Alf chuckled at the other end of the line. Frank could also hear the high, clear voice of Svetlana in the background.

"I won`t come anymore, buddy. I go home to Svetlana. Is it okay for you?", B?umer wanted to know.

"Yes, sure! No problem!", replied Frank.

"All right, I just wanted to tell you. So don`t wait for me. What are you doing tonight?"

"Nothing special! I`m tired and looking forward to some sleep, Alf", came back.

"Okay, Franky! See you tomorrow, I`ll be there around noon."

"Have fun!" Frank hung up.

A second later, he threw the cellphone on his sofa and whi

spered a curse. Somehow he felt behind-addressed, treated like a fifth wheel.

"That's nonsense", he said then to himself, "Alf has a right to do what he wants. Do not act like a concerned mom!"

He looked out the window and beheld the rain-soaked streets below, thinking of Julia. Eventually he went to bed with a bottle of beer, stared at the wall and emptied it with a few strong sips. It took a while, until he was able to find some sleep.

Now it were only two days till the first big rally of the freedom movement in St. Petersburg. The tension was growing and Artur Tschistokjow had increasingly become nervous. This time, he admitted that he was really scared of the coming demonstration.

The protest march through the 8 million metropolis of the Russian north was smelling of violence and bloody clashes.

Thoughtfully, the blond man sat in front of a laptop and tried to finish the text for a bill. Suddenly the phone rang.


"Mr. President, there is a man in the foyer who wants to speak to you, it`s a foreigner!", said a guard.

"Good for him! But I`m working!", grumbled Tschistokjow.

"The man is quite persistent. He says that he is a scientist and has very important informations for you. Shall we throw him out, Mr. Tschistokjow?"

The President pondered for a moment. "Search him for weapons and bugs!"

A few minutes later, the phone rang again. "Mr. President, it's all clear. The man is clean!"

"Now tell me who he is!"

"He says that he is a physicist and would like to present you some important discoveries!"


"He is begging me to let him in, Mr. President!"

Artur Tschistokjow did not really know what to make of it and scratched his chin.

"Send him up! Two security men shall accompany him!"

Shortly afterwards, two tall guards entered the office of the Belarusian head of state. An elderly man with a bald head, glasses and tousled white hair followed them. The leader of the Rus got up from his chair and walked towards the strange looking guest.

"What can I do for you? I`m Artur Tschistokjow!"

The visitor bowed and smiled. "Prof. Karl Hammer!"

"Are you from Germany, Professor Hammer?"

"Yes, from Hamburg. Can you talk German, Mr. President?"

The rebel leader started to grin. "Once I have learned German and two good friends of mine are Germans too! I can speak a bit of your language."

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