To Russia With Love. Story 2. 
BY ANTMAN


     At the Moscow State Circus show, the crowd were loving the show. In
a box sat the two English schoolgirls- Sylvia and Hayley along with the
Moscow gynastics team coach - Madam Olga. They were there to watch not
only the Circus show, but also another show.. Opposite them, in another
box, sat Yuri Goglon..one of the Russian Mafia's chiefs, and in the box
next to him, sat two large "Goons", with small heads, thick necks and
bulges in their jackets...his bodyguards. The Mafia chief was knocking
back small glasses of vodka, as he watched the stage. Life was good, due
to his importing cheap vodka from Poland , and sticking Russian labels on
it, thus doubling the price..and the profit to the organisation.
     On the stage, the Moscow gymnastics squad were performing their team
routine..their slim, lithe bodies somersaulting and tumbling to a number
of routines, their white leotard clad bodies twisting and coiling into
backbone defying bends and springs, their arms and bare legs tightening
and releasing steely supple muscles.As the girls finished their routines
to a swing of pony tails and a bounce of pigtails, the crowds applauded
their efforts, Yuri joining in showing his appreciation of the teenage
tumblers , with another glass of vodka.
     Opposite him, three pairs of eyes turned their gaze upon his box, as
the girls exited the stage.Bouncing onto the stage to loud cheers, now
came a troupe of clowns,but the eyes never strayed from the Mafia man ,
as he leaned foreward, his forearms on the edge of the box, smiling as
the act started their antics. Next to him the goons were already laughing
loudly, joining the crowds in their amusement.
   In the corridor behind the boxes, three lithe teenagers in white
leotards and light supple gym slippers, made their way stealthily past
the box doors. Yulia, the fifteen year old who had joined the Schoolgirl
Assassins at their English School, and had completed the end of the Spy
Ring by strangling the Director of operations with her deadly figure four
scissors, led two of her collegues...both sixteen years old...Elana had a
dyed shortish mop of red hair over a round face with lovely wide grey
eyes, and Irena a tallish long haired blonde, in a pony tail, with clear
blue eyes.
      Behind the man, the door silently opened. He tossed back another
Vodka, and as his vision started to blur from the effects of the liquor,
he roared and wiped tears from his eyes at the antics of the clowns who
the audience were now laughing and cheering at loudly.
     Yulia locked the door and stood by it, while Elana and Irena closed
on the back ot the man. Elana quicky unwound from round her wrist a long
length of narrow leather lace, and wound it tightly round her hands. The
girls stood silent and poised for a second, then as the audience burst
into another roar or laughter, and the man threw his head back with a
guffaw, Irena silently nodded to Elana, and the small girl swiftly coiled
the noose twice round the man's neck, and turning her small hands in,
tightened the lace tight. The man felt a slight flutter at his neck, then
chocked as the slim leather gripped just beneath his adam's apple. Elana
pulled hard, her steely thigh muscles pushing her body back. The man gave
a choked cry as he felt his chair overbalance and he started to topple
back, but the loud laughs drowned his desperate plea.
      As the chair hit the deep piled carpet, and the man slid off it,
Elana dropped to her knees at his head, her hands now over his throat,
the leather lace tightening still further, her parted thighs now clamping
tightly around his head, holding it still.
     As the man's clawing fingers tried to get a grip on the tight noose,
Irina dropped heavily onto his stomach forcing the last of his air out of
his lungs in a strangled wheeze, and gripping him between her thighs,
grasped his wrists in her strong hands. Now started the man's desperate
fight for his life. He felt woozy from too much vodka, and his strangled
cry for help dyed as his windpipe closed under the narrow lace. He tried
to free his wrists from the blonde girl's grip but a look in her steel
blue eyes and a slight smile on her wide mouth chilled him. He arched his
back, to try and throw her off, but she rode him easily bouncing on his
stomach till he sank back down. Upside down Elana's lovely eyes gazed
into the man's panic stricken eyes, and with a soft grunt turned her
small hands still more.
     In the man's roaring ears the sound of the crowd was interrupted by
the loud roars of his bodyguards. The man silently screamed to them, as
he squirmed helplessly...."In here you fools...QUICK !!" Elana glanced
into Irina's eyes and biting her bottom lip nodded to her as the man's
tongue protruded and his face started to turn purple. It wouldn't be long
now...
     The man's eyes bulged and his body started to involutarily twitch,
his legs kicking out weakly. The girls held their grips tight as the man
started to die under them....
     In the next box, the goons, finally noticing their boss was quiet,
and queerer still..silent, now stood at the edge of their box and gazed
into the next one. They saw their leader now still under the two lithe
gymnast girls. They gazed in stunned silence for a couple of seconds then
as the blonde girl knelt up off the straddled body, her fingers releasing
the man's arms which fell limply onto her thighs...The man sprang into
action and threw open the door of their box.
     "Come on girls" said Yulia, still stood by the door..."Gotta go !"
The door of their box started to bend under the pounding of the men's
fists. Elana unwound the lace from the neck of the man's face now deep
purple in colour, with protruding eyes and tongue, and the girls stood,
as the door burst open. As the men entered, the girls quickly
somersaulted into the box of the now empty next box and as guns appeared
in the men's hands, with another bound of their strong legs and a twist
of their supple bodies, they landed on the stage and mingling with the
clowns...exited with the garishly painted and clothedtroupe.
     In the box opposite the girls breathed out great gasps as they sank
back into their seats. Madam Olga had already gone to usher the girls out
of the stage door to safety, while the bodyguards were still bumbling
around lost, backstage. The gymnast girls had sucessfully performed their
first mission to rid Moscow of it's underworld..there were many more
members however.......
                                        End of story2