Page 7 of Mysterious Teacher : Arrival
“Plenty,” Igor said. “The two Nazis said they stole as much gold, jewels, and art when they plowed through Poland...not to mention France. Not to mention all the gold rings that were taken from the fingers of...”
“Anyone who opposed them,” they both shouted.
“Yes,” Igor said with a smirk. “They got a lot of nice artwork out of those who didn’t get on board with the regime.”
“But waiting could take a long time,” Boris cut in. “Too long. I say we go straight for the gold, the jewels, the art...all of it. We cross over to South America and set up a nice cushy life with a senorita.”
“Yeah, right,” Igor said with disgust. “You, with a senorita. Right.”
“Just because you want to live alone with your ego, doesn’t mean that I have to.”
“Just shut up already. In case you’ve forgotten, they’ve captured our leader Vladimir Spitin, pupil to Grigorii Naumovich Voitinsky, the Soviet agent who successfully arrived into China, met with their intellectual leaders, and helped organize the initial communist groups in Shanghai and Beijing.They captured him before he could spread our propaganda, and now there’s a price on our heads. The American government is now aware we are trying to overthrow America and turn it into one of our communist states.”
“It used to be so easy,” Boris said.“Just show up and rile up a crowd at these youth events.We can do more by being loud and in front of people.”
Igor snickered.“For the last time, we have to lay low until this all blows over.” Igor looked out at the sparse lights in the distance. “I think we’re finally reaching some sort of civilization.”
As they approached the small town, Boris read the sign on the side of the road. “Welcome to Clementine.”
They entered the town. Quiet, with few people walking about, the atmosphere was serene and peaceful...hopeful even.
“I hate it already,” Boris snarled beneath his breath.
“Look for any opportunity for food or money,” Igor said. “But no matter what you do, don’t speak to anyone.”
Boris nodded as they walked past the post office, bank and general store. After only a few more buildings, including a church and tavern, the small town gave way to more farmland.
“We’re back in no man’s land,” Boris said. “We need to go back.”
“Not really,” Igor said as he spotted a lone house in the distance, a faint light on in the upstairs window. “Look at that house over there. There’s no other house within shouting distance.”
“And there’s a vehicle in the drive,” Boris added. “Not the sort of thing that I would want to drive back home, but it will suit our needs fine for now.”
A brand new 1954 Chevrolet sat in the drive.
“Where in the world did they learn to make cars?”Boris whined as they neared the car. “Look at that thing.”
“Never mind that,” Igor said as he walked up to the driver side and tried the door. It popped open. “Silly Americans. So trusting. He got in and tried to hotwire it.
“Shoot!”Boris cried out suddenly as he tried to slide into the car next to Igor.
“What the hell are you doing? Get out of here.” Igor then looked up to see a large black dog running up to them. “Damn it.”
As the animal approached it began to bark viciously.
“Shut that damned thing up,” Igor ordered as he pushed Boris out of the car.
“How the hell do you want me to do that?”
The dog reached the door and continued to bark.
“Get out of the way,” Igor said as he pushed Boris out of the way. “What’s the matter, doggie. Come on, nice doggie.”
The dog quieted down and tentatively approached Igor. The moment the animal was within reach, Igor grabbed it and swiftly broke its neck. “There. He won’t be barking again any time soon.”
“Hey! What’s going on out here?”an older man cried out as he stepped out on the front porch of the house. Wearing only an undershirt and boxers, the man aimed a shotgun at the thieving pair.
“Your dog attacked us, sir,” Igor said with his best attempt at an American accent.
