Page 35 of Mysterious Teacher : Arrival
“I can’t.”
“You can’t or you won’t?”
“I can’t.”
“You said you were prepared to give anything to be spared...anything. Well, I want the gold.”
“I can’t tell you.”
Sonya picked up Igor’s knife and with one swift motion, stabbed it through his foot.
“Ah! Ah!”
“Do you really want to continue playing this game?”she said as she pulled the bloody blade from his foot and brought it to his face. “Tell me, or you’ll never tell a living soul anything again. I’ll slowly drive this knife straight through your eye so it's the last thing you will ever see.”
“I can’t,” Igor wailed. “I can’t. That gold is for the Supreme Ruler. That gold is for him to do what he wants with it.”
“Then prepare to join Boris over there.” She gestured to the mangled and partially eaten body on the nearby table.
Igor’s face scrunched up in disgust as he looked at the unrecognizable body. “What happened to him? They ate him alive. What sort of beast are you keeping here?”
“Hmm,” Sonya mused. “You really want to know?”
He shook his head. Did he want to know? Then he nodded, shook his head and finally nodded. “Yes. I have to know.”
“You know what they say about curiosity, right?”she said with a beautiful smile.
To see her, one might have thought she was chatting with a friend at the park. The horrors around her had absolutely no effect on her. She was as bright and bubbly as could be.
“It killed the cat,” she whispered into his ear. She lowered the gas mask back onto her face. “Some claim that satisfaction brought the cat back...but I don’t really believe that.” She looked at him with an amused glint in her eyes. “Do you?”
Igor had known many vile and cruel men in his military career, he’d even been one of them. But there was something supremely disconcerting in seeing a woman, a sweet, smiling, petite woman speak in such a manner.
“Tell me where the gold is,” she said with finality.
“Hey,” he said with a forced grin. “Wouldn’t everyone like to know. I mean, we found the two Nazi men who told us about the gold.Before we knew it, they offed themselves, but we found a map on one of them.”
“Well,” she said, once again pushing the mask off her face. “You’re here in California now, so the gold must be around here somewhere, right?”
He shrugged and looked at the table where Boris was.
“You’ve wasted enough of my time.” Sonya grabbed his chin and forced him to look into her eyes. “Now. Tell me now. You will tell me where the gold is, then you will forget this entire conversation.”
Igor held her gaze, entranced and mesmerized. “On a farm,” he said although it was far from what he’d intended to say. He didn’t want to tell her. The gold had to remain hidden until a it is found for his Supreme Ruler. “On a farm,” he said again.
“What farm? Where?”
Feeling a little drowsy, he looked down at the hand that lay on his chest. How strange it was to see it there. It was his, and yet it no longer was. Profound sadness sunk in.He was bleeding to death.
He grew cold, chilled to the bone. Other than setting a wet rag on his stump, she’d done nothing to stem the flow of blood. Was she going to let him bleed out?
“I don’t have an address or directions,” he said solemnly. “All I have are these coordinates.”
“What coordinates?”she said as she followed the direction of his gaze. “Where?”
“Written on my hand.”
“This hand?”she said as she playfully picked the hand up by the index finger and turned it so she could look into the palm. “Well, what do you know. Look at that. Good thing I didn’t throw it away.”
