Death In The Berlin Dawn

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Lina and liquor. They keep me alive during the Berlin winter. The long nights, gray days, and freezing rain make me want to drown myself in the Spree River. The urge goes away after four Moscow Mules and a rough fuck in my Skoda in an empty street in the Wedding district.”You go now?”Lina’s accent is still thick after all these years. She’s putting the stained yellow bra over her flat chest while examining her makeup in the rearview mirror.”Yes. Night shift.”I crank down the window. The air is cold on my cheeks. The mist is still thick. Wisps of it curl into the car. I pick up the cigarette packet on the dashboard and flip it open. Empty. I curse.Lina reapplies lipstick to her bottom lip. Some of it smeared my cock while she was blowing me. She knows I like that.”You drive me back now?”I nod but don’t move. She readjusts her short leather skirt over her pale thighs and curls some of her dark brown hair behind her ear. She isn’t the most beautiful whore at Der Kosak. Skinny. No tits. Small ass. Big nose. Brown eyes that are too far apart. She hasn’t changed much since I met her two years ago. Back then, she was a timid seventeen-year-old girl who’d just arrived from some village in the mountains of Albania. She wouldn’t look me in the eyes.”Tell me about your home.”She stops what she’s doing and looks into the distance.”Father. Smell of fresh baklava. Hot air from mountains.”She smiles. I want to hear more. But then the smile vanishes, and she glances at me.”Why you care?”Good question. I don’t. I can’t. Dimitri Medvedev pays me to not give a fuck about Lina or the thousands of other Eastern European whores he employs in Berlin.I pull out my wallet and hand her a hundred-euro note.She shakes her head.”Too much.””Take it.””I’m only seventy.””Take it.”She blinks a few times at the note. Then she stuffs it into her fake Gucci handbag. She doesn’t thank me.I turn the key, and the car growls to life. The mist in front of us glows in the headlights. I stare at it for a few seconds. It’s like we’re not in Berlin. We’re floating in the middle of a dark cloud somewhere far away. Just us.”Why you work for Dimitri?”I turn on the radio.”Pick any station you like.””Roland, tell me.”I crank up the window and put the gearstick into first. We don’t say anything for the rest of the drive to Der Kosak.***Half an hour later, we exit the car under the red glow of the neon sign hanging above the club’s front door. Lina doesn’t say goodbye. I’m used to it.I nod to the two bouncers and enter. The stench of smoke, dust, and vodka greets me. Dimitri Medvedev is sitting in the corner, smoking a cigar. It’s dark. The only light comes from the fluorescent pink lamps lining the edge of the ceiling. As I get closer, I make out the faces of the two blondes sitting to his right. A brunette sits to his left. There’s another brunette kneeling under the table. Her head is bobbing above his lap.I met Dimitri eight years ago in a bar in the Neukölln district. I’d joined the Berlin police force a week earlier. I knew who he was. Every new recruit knew who bursa escort he was. This guy had every police officer in the city on his payroll.I remember thinking he didn’t look like much of a gangster. He was short, scrawny, nearly bald, and wore rimless eighties glasses. But there was something cruel in the way he looked at people. I’d never met anyone whose eyes were so full of latent hate.That night, he sat down next to me and got straight to the point: he didn’t want the police interfering with his businesses. Drugs, money laundering, prostitution. He controlled most of it in German-speaking Europe.I wasn’t a hero. I never have been. What’s the use? The world’s fucked up. It always has been. It always will be. I might as well make some money and enjoy myself.He handed me an envelope stuffed with five-hundred-euro notes. I stuffed it in my coat, downed my beer, and got up to leave. Then he grabbed my arm. He wanted to know if I’d been in the military. I’m a stocky guy. Maybe that gives it away. He smiled when I told him I’d served five years in the army. Kosovo and Afghanistan. I didn’t say anything more about it. I don’t care for the army or my time in it.He said he’d fought for Russia in both Chenyan wars in the nineties. After leaving the army, he got involved with some veterans who were bringing young Eastern European women to cities across Germany, Switzerland, and Austria. It was all voluntary, he said. His people scouted out “talent” in some small town in Ukraine or Bulgaria and offered them a ride west along with some forged documents in exchange for a job. The girls only found out what the actual job was after they arrived. If they wanted to go back home, they could. None of them did. He grinned when he said that.I didn’t see a problem. These girls were poor. They had no future. They could at least make some decent money sucking dick and taking it up the ass here in Germany. I’m sure their families appreciated the extra cash flow. It was weird that he wanted to justify his business to me. Maybe he had doubts? Like I said: I don’t give a fuck. I was happy to have a thicker wallet and VIP access to his best whores.Since then, I’ve become his most reliable goon in the Berlin police force. Not only do I protect him from the law, I also do odd jobs for him. Most of them involve intimidating politicians or getting rid of certain “liabilities” within his businesses. I’m good at it. I never fuck up.”You wanted to see me, Dimitri?”He takes a long draw on the cigar. The burning end glows in those dark eyes. He opens his mouth wide. The smoke floats there between his lips. Then he blows the fumes into the face of the blonde sitting nearest to him.”You fucked up, Roland.”I shrug.”How was I supposed to know the feds had a tip-off?””I’ve lost twenty whores on the Polish border because you didn’t know what you should have known.””Not my fuck up. I don’t get informed about what the federal police are up to.”I hesitate. I don’t like shoveling shit on others. It’s not exactly honorable. But when my neck is on the line bursa escort bayan and someone else is to blame, fuck it.”Florian Herbst and Julian Scholz get the memos from the feds. Ask them.”Dimitri stares at me. I don’t look away. After half a minute, he says,”I have a problem with my wife.”So this was it. I knew there was more to this meeting than the Polish border raid.”Natasha’s fucking Thea, that sixteen-year-old slut from Serbia,” he says.Dimitri closes his eyes and smiles. His fingers run through the bobbing girl’s hair.”Make them disappear.”I frown. I can follow his logic some of the way. His pride is hurt. He can’t afford to lose face. But one thing doesn’t make sense.”You need a cop to take her out?”Dimitri’s face tenses. He’s still. After a few seconds, he relaxes and sighs. He takes his hands off the girl between his knees and opens his eyes.”I need you to take her out.””Why me?””You aren’t under federal investigation. Most of your colleagues are.””Why not have one of your oafs take her out?”The girl clambers up from beneath the table. She has mascara lines from her eyes to her jaw. Spit glistens on her chin. She avoids making eye contact. I admire her peachy ass as she brushes past me toward the bathroom door.”She knows what my guys look like. They never see her without me. She’ll suspect something.”I try to think of some other way to get out of this. I don’t mind killing people. I’ve shot a lot of thugs dead. Nobody in my department cares about any ‘irregularities’ when it’s a criminal. But executing this guy’s wife? Killing her would be a big deal.”I don’t know how I’m going to pull that off, Dimitri. My bosses are going to ask questions. She’s got a clean record.”His nostrils flare.”Then find a fucking way.”I shake my head.”No can do. You’re going to have to find someone else.”He slams his fist into the table. The whores jolt.”Just fucking do it!”We stare at each other for what seems an age. Then I turn and walk towards the door.”I know you like that Albanian girl. Lina, right?”I stop and peer over my shoulder. He’s smirking.”She hates it in the ass. I had to pay a lot of money for that perk.”The smirk widens to a toothy grin.”What the fuck of it?””Oh, you know how it is, Roland. Berlin’s a dangerous city. It would be a real shame if anything were to happen to her.”He sips his whiskey and smacks his lips as he puts the glass back down. My fists are trembling. My right eyelid is twitching.”Tell me where to find your wife.”He leans back and wraps both arms around the whores to either side of him.”Probably with Thea. I haven’t seen her in two days.”***I go down the stairs to the floor where the whores hang out. Lina isn’t there. I see Yulia, a redhead from Ukraine I fuck when Lina isn’t available. She’s smoking on a red leather sofa. Her glossy black boots look shinier than usual. She’s wearing a plain white miniskirt and nothing up top. I go to her.”Roland, where you been? I miss you.”She probably does this with every client. Never believe the sweet nothings of a whore.”Have you seen Thea recently?””Serbian escort bursa girl who came in summer?”I nod.”Last week.””Where does she live?””Highrise in Neukölln. Goethestraße.””I thought Dimitri doesn’t house any whores there anymore?”Yulia shrugs.”Some girls still there.”I turn to leave.”Wait.”She leans towards me, pushing her shoulders forward. Her fat tits press together. Her grey eyes reflect the bright yellow ceiling light.”Come, Roland. Why you not fuck me before you go? I jealous of Lina.”She licks the end of her finger and rubs the spittle around her pale nipple. I stir, but ignore it. There’s no time for this. I walk away.When I get into my car, the passenger door opens, and she steps in. She didn’t bother to close the long leather coat she grabbed on the way out of the club.”I also need to go to Goethestraße.”She gives me that practiced whore smile. Maybe she’s telling the truth. It’s always hard to tell with sluts like her. I hit the gas, and we drive into the mist.After a few minutes, Yulia places her hand on my crotch and rubs my inner thigh. I keep my eyes on the road.”You so closed, Roland. Why?”The “y” she adds before every vowel always pisses me off.”You know every girl at Kosak wants to suck your cock. Why you like Lina so much?”She pulls on the zip and reaches into my pants. I hold my breath. I jerk when her cold fingers cup my balls.”You hard. I not surprised.”She frees my cock and starts beating me off. I pull on the steering wheel to turn onto Karl-Marx-Straße. A throng of hooded Turks at the pedestrian crossing sees what’s going on. They cheer.”Call me slut, Roland. I love it when you call me slut. Ruin my innocence.””You’re not innocent.”She laughs.”True. I not.””Why the fuck are you laughing?”I grab her wrist and slowly tighten my grip. I’m still not looking at her.”I feel nothing when I fuck whores like you. I don’t care if you enjoy it or not.”Yulia leans into my face and kisses my lips. Salt, smoke, a hint of cheap red wine. They all taste the same. I don’t kiss her back.”Treat me bad, Roland.”She lowers her face and engulfs my cock. I take a hand off the steering wheel and finger her hair. I might as well enjoy this ride. Killing someone is always a downer.”This is the only thing you’re good for. Worthless cunt.”She gives a muffled moan. I apply pressure to her head.”Don’t fucking groan again until I say you can groan.”I start beating my hips into her face. The tip of my cock stabs the blubbery flesh at the top of her throat. She doesn’t gag. After four years in Berlin. even the church girl from Kiev loses that reflex.”You have no self-respect.”I stop at a red light and put both hands in her hair. I feel my cock enter her neck. I hold her there. She doesn’t move. Ten seconds pass. Her scalp becomes tense. Twenty seconds. Her hand jerks to the side. She doesn’t tap my thigh.I let go.She inches her face off the mess of saliva, tears, and makeup around the base of my cock. The tightness around my shaft slackens as it exits her throat. She sucks in air and starts lapping at the tip.”Good slut.”I arch my back and coat the roof of her mouth with cum.”Drink it all up like a good slut.”On the fifth spurt, she gags. I look down. A fresh mixture of saliva and cum splatters the sticky mess congealing along my thighs.

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