Chapter Ten
For two days I waited for Gatov, my boss, to make his move. Not a word was uttered nor eyebrow raised, nor one indication at all made to me that he even knew I was now his s****l property. For a time I thought perhaps I had just dreamed those several days, that I still belonged to Sergei, and was seriously endangering my contract with the man by not showing up at the bordello.
Thinking that, I’d then shake myself awake and remember the truth. Gatov the father, Max Gatov the son, and my signature on the new contract. When a telly message appeared on my machine indicating a bank draft for 1100 culiars deposited to my account, I knew for certain.
It was late in the afternoon of the third day, I was sitting at my desk typing copy into the telly, my mind at least for that momen
