Bite Me
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But that girl was still alive, from what hed heard. Whitlan was dead. And everyone now knew it.
Hey, Chumakov, one of the bears from a nearby village called out. Nice decorations!
The other bears whod come to see Rostislav Chumakovs shame laughed.
Papa, his eldest urged. We should go.
No. I want to see all of it.
Rostislav walked into his home. There were holes torn into the foundation where the disgusting animals had dug through. Furniture had been pissed on. The lesser artwork he had acquired because he just liked the pieces had been slashed with claws. The expensive pieces had been taken. The electronics taken. His safes had been cracked and every bit of cash, gold, diamonds, everything, were gone. All the weapons he had were gone, and hed had enough to equip an army. Expensive rugs were removed and expensive flooring destroyed.
Nothing, absolutely nothing, had been untouched. Even his pools, his workout equipment . . . everything.
And there were only three bodies here. Whitlan and two of Chumakovs most loyal men. But the other guards . . . theyd run. Bears had run from rodents.
Theyve taken everything! his youngest son yelled as he charged back into the room. Even the paintings downstairs.
The artwork that Rostislav obtained through the black market, he kept in a special vault room. But the thieves had gotten in there, as well.
His eldest was busy on his phone and announced, They cleaned out our bank accounts.
The Moscow banks? That doesnt matter.
All the accounts, Papa. They cleaned out all our accounts.
Of course Rostislav had money that was in no bank. He had gold and silver. He had businesses. He had other homes. But none of that was the point. The fact that he was still rich meant nothing when he could hear the laughter of his neighbors outside. Mocking him.
And that, more than anything, was something Rostislav Chumakov would not stand for. Not now. Not ever.
CHAPTER 39
Livy looked up from the new shots shed taken a few days earlier and blinked in surprise.
How long have you been standing there?
Toni shrugged, smiled. Not long. Just watching you work.
Watching me work? Livy looked down at her proofs and the loupe shed been using to analyze each pic, which meant shed been sitting in the same spot for the last two hours. Okay.
Livy marked one of the proofs. Are those Russian hockey bears of yours finally gone?
I thought you liked Zubachev.
I liked the deal you signed with him and the Russian teams.
Isnt that deal great? Toni asked, grinning. Everybody loves me right now. Loves, loves, lovesme!
Livy shook her head, chuckled. Yes. Everybody loves you right now. But dont let that fool you into thinking they wont expect more from you any day now.
Not a problem. I already have interest from the Swedish, Norwegian, and Mongolian teams.
Livy looked at her friend. Novikov against a Mongolian hockey horde . . . I am so there.
I know, right! Toni jerked her thumb behind her. Look, Im about to head home for the night. You need anything?
Nope.
And are you okay? About how things worked out?
Im not losing any sleep, if thats what has you worried.
Considering you sleep through anything . . . thats never been a concern of mine. She winked and stepped away. Ill see you tomorrow.
Night.
Livy worked for another thirty minutes or so until she realized she was thirsty. Standing up, she took a long stretch, arms over her head. Grabbing her denim jacket, she pulled it on and walked out of her office. Stopped, walked back, grabbed several dollar bills out of her backpack, then restarted her nightly journey to the soda machine.
With her show just a couple of weeks away, and Blaynes wedding in just a few days, shed been spending nearly every night late at the Sports Center in order to get all her work done.
Of course, she was ready for Blaynes wedding. All her equipment checked, double-checked, and triple-checked. This might not be her future, but she still took it seriously. And once she made a promise . . .
Livy stopped, looked over her shoulder. She was right by the main ice rink, and she thought shed heard something behind her.
Livy sniffed the air and tried to see if one of the security guards was wandering around. When she saw nothing, she turned around and abruptly jumped forward, her claws and fangs out.
Wait! Wait! The She-bear held up a hand, and the guards about to protect her and attack Livy instantly backed off. Olivia Kowalski?
Yes.
Im Bayla Ben-Zeev.
Good for you. Livy retracted her fangs and claws and walked around her, continuing on to the soda machine. After ordering her guards to stay behind, Ben-Zeev followed.
I just wanted to give you a warning.
About?
Rostislav Chumakov has disappeared. Deep into the bowels of Moscow. And those, honey badger, are deep bowels.
That is a disgusting analogy.
Livy stopped in front of the soda machine. She got a Coke, a bottle of water, and a bag of Doritos. Coke and Doritos reminded her of high school, staying up late with Toni, studying for exams.
Hey, Chumakov, one of the bears from a nearby village called out. Nice decorations!
The other bears whod come to see Rostislav Chumakovs shame laughed.
Papa, his eldest urged. We should go.
No. I want to see all of it.
Rostislav walked into his home. There were holes torn into the foundation where the disgusting animals had dug through. Furniture had been pissed on. The lesser artwork he had acquired because he just liked the pieces had been slashed with claws. The expensive pieces had been taken. The electronics taken. His safes had been cracked and every bit of cash, gold, diamonds, everything, were gone. All the weapons he had were gone, and hed had enough to equip an army. Expensive rugs were removed and expensive flooring destroyed.
Nothing, absolutely nothing, had been untouched. Even his pools, his workout equipment . . . everything.
And there were only three bodies here. Whitlan and two of Chumakovs most loyal men. But the other guards . . . theyd run. Bears had run from rodents.
Theyve taken everything! his youngest son yelled as he charged back into the room. Even the paintings downstairs.
The artwork that Rostislav obtained through the black market, he kept in a special vault room. But the thieves had gotten in there, as well.
His eldest was busy on his phone and announced, They cleaned out our bank accounts.
The Moscow banks? That doesnt matter.
All the accounts, Papa. They cleaned out all our accounts.
Of course Rostislav had money that was in no bank. He had gold and silver. He had businesses. He had other homes. But none of that was the point. The fact that he was still rich meant nothing when he could hear the laughter of his neighbors outside. Mocking him.
And that, more than anything, was something Rostislav Chumakov would not stand for. Not now. Not ever.
CHAPTER 39
Livy looked up from the new shots shed taken a few days earlier and blinked in surprise.
How long have you been standing there?
Toni shrugged, smiled. Not long. Just watching you work.
Watching me work? Livy looked down at her proofs and the loupe shed been using to analyze each pic, which meant shed been sitting in the same spot for the last two hours. Okay.
Livy marked one of the proofs. Are those Russian hockey bears of yours finally gone?
I thought you liked Zubachev.
I liked the deal you signed with him and the Russian teams.
Isnt that deal great? Toni asked, grinning. Everybody loves me right now. Loves, loves, lovesme!
Livy shook her head, chuckled. Yes. Everybody loves you right now. But dont let that fool you into thinking they wont expect more from you any day now.
Not a problem. I already have interest from the Swedish, Norwegian, and Mongolian teams.
Livy looked at her friend. Novikov against a Mongolian hockey horde . . . I am so there.
I know, right! Toni jerked her thumb behind her. Look, Im about to head home for the night. You need anything?
Nope.
And are you okay? About how things worked out?
Im not losing any sleep, if thats what has you worried.
Considering you sleep through anything . . . thats never been a concern of mine. She winked and stepped away. Ill see you tomorrow.
Night.
Livy worked for another thirty minutes or so until she realized she was thirsty. Standing up, she took a long stretch, arms over her head. Grabbing her denim jacket, she pulled it on and walked out of her office. Stopped, walked back, grabbed several dollar bills out of her backpack, then restarted her nightly journey to the soda machine.
With her show just a couple of weeks away, and Blaynes wedding in just a few days, shed been spending nearly every night late at the Sports Center in order to get all her work done.
Of course, she was ready for Blaynes wedding. All her equipment checked, double-checked, and triple-checked. This might not be her future, but she still took it seriously. And once she made a promise . . .
Livy stopped, looked over her shoulder. She was right by the main ice rink, and she thought shed heard something behind her.
Livy sniffed the air and tried to see if one of the security guards was wandering around. When she saw nothing, she turned around and abruptly jumped forward, her claws and fangs out.
Wait! Wait! The She-bear held up a hand, and the guards about to protect her and attack Livy instantly backed off. Olivia Kowalski?
Yes.
Im Bayla Ben-Zeev.
Good for you. Livy retracted her fangs and claws and walked around her, continuing on to the soda machine. After ordering her guards to stay behind, Ben-Zeev followed.
I just wanted to give you a warning.
About?
Rostislav Chumakov has disappeared. Deep into the bowels of Moscow. And those, honey badger, are deep bowels.
That is a disgusting analogy.
Livy stopped in front of the soda machine. She got a Coke, a bottle of water, and a bag of Doritos. Coke and Doritos reminded her of high school, staying up late with Toni, studying for exams.
