#Tatjana Safin ofc

[crewman-penelope]

Part 4 - The Oceanaut - AO3

Part 1 - The breath of chaos

Part 2 - The Green-eyed Monster

Part 3 - Old Debts

Fandom: James Bond / Rami Malek

Chapters: 11/20

Characters : James Bond, M, Q, Nomi, Eve Moneypenny, OFC Tatjana Safin, Lyutsifer Safin, OMC Luc Dupont, OFC Marie Dupont, OMC Matvei & Maksemilian Safin

Relationship : James Bond / Eve Moneypenny, Safin/OFC Character Tatjana, James Bond/ new OFC

Warning : Lemon🍋, manipulation, death/violence💀, smutish🍑 , Dom!Safin🖤, NON CON⚠️!!

Rating : MA

Gene: Crime / Romance

Summary: James Bond retirement on the Bahamas is calm and peaceful. SPECTRE is defeated, Lyutsifer Safin dead and Bond's substitute family - Tatjana, the twins and Marie - with him. But the circumstances oft the surprised suicide of the chairman from the BREEF ( Bahama Reef Environmental Educational Foundation) brings the former agent back to work.

11. Deep Observations

The one-man submarine operated slow, but effective. The grey painted machine floated between the small swarm of Reef sharks, camouflaged by the water and the ocean colour. The sharks moved in a simple balett attitude, circling the deeper laying Reef in search for a meal.

Small lilac and orange coloured shoel of fish swam between the different corals, ignoring the grey shadows upon them.

The scientist inside the submarine moved with the sharks along the Reef, while taking probs of the water and the Reef overgrown. The waterproof camera recorded every move.

Safin sat in his operation room and watched the send pictures of the cam, his fingers drumming inpatient on his desk. His face looked thinner as usual in the night light of the ops. His pox scared cheeks deep, his skin unhealthy yellow. A frown was glued to his face while he observed the incoming recordings. He knew the sub could not be quicker, alas he longed for the results.

Behind him stepped Luc out of the metal hatch to enter. As his right hand it was Luc's privilege to join Safin at any time. The men had lived through good times and bad times, but never felt apart. Safin gave him a quick look, before focusing again on the screen.

“This part of the Reef shows already some perish of sea anemones”, Safin started.

“That would explain the reduction of fish swarms.”, Luc said, stepping closer behind his boss.

Safin gave Luc some space to look for himself, as he pointed at the screen.

“Dying Alcyonacea, organ-pipe corals already growing to stone ... Sea sponges that stopped working.”

His low and rasp voice fainted, the anger as the hint of sadness clearly to hear.

Luc inhaled deep. Like Safin, he was already deeply occupied with this new task - and it was surprising heavier then any poisoned gas.

“This Reef is dying.”, he diagnosed.

His words hung like a threat in the air, before Safin allowed himself to nod.

“Yes.”, he whispered. “I rather would wait for the full examples and test results to make this conclusion - but you are right.”

Luc dared to rest a hand on Safin's shoulder. He squeezed it fondly.

“We will find out what to do.”

Safin stared a moment on the screen, the fingertips of his left hand covering shortly his mouth, as he was in deep thoughts.

Eventually he sighed and composed himself. Getting up he catched Luc's eyes.

Pushing his hands Crossway into his sleeves he leans at his chair. He watched his right hands face keenly.

“What would you propose?”

“Finding a local.”, Luc answered promptly. “Not a scientist, but a person who knows the reefs, probably dives since childhood. Someone with real knowledge of the Reef and the lifeforms.”

Safin pursed his lips and nodded slowly.

“Someone with real ideas how to stop the destruction - or at least help to nourish the surviving corals and Reef life forms?”

“Something like that.”

Safin felt a stinch of headache behind his eyes and pressed for a moment thumb and middle finger on his eyes.

“It is late, Lyutsifer.”, Luc said as a reaction to Safin's gesture. His voice was unusual soft, so Safin gave him a surprised look.

“I missed dinner, right?”

“Tatjana didn't mind.”, Luc said. “As long as you don't forget to join her in bed.”

Safin purred his lips to one of his weird smiles. The idea of an employee to speak about a subject of such private matter was unheard. Safin would not allow it - except with Luc. Luc was - together with Marie - a family member.

“Well, perhaps I should find my way to bed then. Before I get a scolding from Tatjana - or worst, Marie.”, he chuckled. Turning to the screen he switched it out.

“I want the sample results after breakfast by 800.”

Luc smirked and saltured lazy.

“Aye.”

Chapter 10

[crewman-penelope]

Part 4 - The Oceanaut - AO3

Part 1 - The breath of chaos

Part 2 - The Green-eyed Monster

Part 3 - Old Debts

Fandom: James Bond / Rami Malek

Chapters: 10/20

Characters : James Bond, M, Q, Nomi, Eve Moneypenny, OFC Tatjana Safin, Lyutsifer Safin, OMC Luc Dupont, OFC Marie Dupont, OMC Matvei & Maksemilian Safin

Relationship : James Bond / Eve Moneypenny, Safin/OFC Character Tatjana, James Bond/ new OFC

Warning : Lemon🍋, manipulation, death/violence💀, smutish🍑 , Dom!Safin🖤, NON CON⚠️!!

Rating : MA

Gene: Crime / Romance

Summary: James Bond retirement on the Bahamas is calm and peaceful. SPECTRE is defeated, Lyutsifer Safin dead and Bond's substitute family - Tatjana, the twins and Marie - with him. But the circumstances oft the surprised suicide of the chairman from the BREEF ( Bahama Reef Environmental Educational Foundation) brings the former agent back to work.

10. Employment

"It's me."

Bond blinked. For a second he held the phone at his ear and stared into the sea, his brain empty. Then his memory kicked in. "The diver.", he said.

"Yeah, wise guy. The diver. Probably your new housekeeper.", she answered nonchalant. Bond could hear her wide grin.

"That would be perfect. Dirty dishes all over the place.", he jested back.

"Well, then clean a bit up. I was thinking of checking the place out, before I make a decision."

Bond nodded and realized then that she couldn't see him. "Shall I order a water taxi for you before I get to work? My treat of course."

"Naah, I don't want to rip yu off at the first official meeting.", she laughed.

"I'm relieved to hear that..?!"

Bond realized he didn't knew her name. That was even new to him.

He listend into the pause, waiting for an jipper back.

She just chuckled. "I tell yu the name when we meet. I will be there by 7, savvy?"

"Savvy.", Bond muttered but heard already the disconnect tone.

Shaking his head he set the phone aside. 'In what kind of situation I have brought me here?', he wondered.

She came with a bag.

The small taxi boat moored for a moment, waving to Bond, who hurried at the landing dock.

She was already off boat, a duffel bag at her shoulder, as he arrived.

“Hey! What a enthusiastic welcome!”, she teased him.

“Well, I really need help here.”

“So it looks.”

Laughing with her, Bond took her bag and guarded her to the beach.

Nodding to his dock house, a bamboo cabin, he tried to make natural conversion. He felt surprisedly nervous around her. It may be her direct way to speak, or the knowing glances she gave him. As if she could read his mind.

“Classic.”, she clicked with her tongue and strolled confident through the front door.

Stepping by that in the main room, she took her time to absorb the house.

The furniture was a mix of light bamboo and mahogany, surrounding lazily a long, dark wooden table I the middle of the living room.

The bamboo sofa was adored with some colourful cushion. A used blanket rested rolled up aside the armrest, it's colours washed away by time.

The table was halfway decked with stack of books. The fine powder of dust and some fingerprints made it clear that this were books Bond has set aside to read - but didn't had found the time yet.

“Is that the kitchen?”, Bond's guest entered the smaller, but light room. This room were proper cleaned, some plates still resting on the wooden dish dryer.

“Mmhm.”, she hummed and twirled around to give him a wide smile. "Shona.”

Bond narrowed his eyes, his head softly tilting. He smirked eventually. “Shona.”, he repeated.

His guest smiled and offered her hand for a shake.

“Shona Stephenson. Your new 'reinemakefrau'.”

James clashed his hand with hers and laughed as he got the reference.

“Brilliant!”

[crewman-penelope]

Old Debts

Fandom: James Bond / Rami Malek

Chapters : 2 of 21

Characters : Lyutsifer Safin, Tatjana Safin ofc, Luc Dupont omc, Marie Dupont ofc, James Bond, Moneypenny, Q, M, Felix Leiter, William Tanner, Blackmarket tycoon Yuri omc, Secretary of state for defence Ben Wallance

Relationship : Lyutsifer Safin / OFC Character, James Bond / Eve Moneypenny 

Warning : Lemon, crime, terrorism, espionage, double cross, dub-con, death scenario, racism, politic drama, apartheid subject 

Rating : MA

Gene: Crime / Drama / Terrorism 

Summary : New terror cells got their hands on Safin's weapon via the russian blackmarket, and neither Safin nor Bond are pleased. Not to speak of the FBI, the CIA and the MI6. 

Note : non of the characters belong to me, nor did I get any money from it. This fanfiction is written for entertaining purpose only.

2. I couldn't take one more step

Bond woke up alone in his bed. Stretching his body on the white sheets he felt sorry for himself. No warm body to nestle at. For a moment he rested on his back and stared at the ceiling. A fan twirled slowly on it, the rotor blades playing with the beam of the morning sun to throw light and shadows on Bond's bare chest.

Bond rubbed his face and felt his stubbles. He had become lazy. The sun, the beach, the BBQ, the scotch, the beer, the Martini…

He had paused - he wouldn't say stopped - the run in the morning, and it showed. Swimming alone helped not to stop the muscle loss by age. One day, soon he feared, Eve would say something. Or stay away. That would be worst. Ghosted by his lover.

He got up, disgusted by himself about this weak self-pity he drowned himself in and walked naked into the kitchen to drink a glass of water. Then he went to the bathroom and peed long. Too long, maybe. Thirsty and a weak bladder.

Perhaps a visit to the local hospital was in need. To check his blood sugar.

He sighed and put on shorts. Today was the day to start sport again. There was no way to procrastinate this. If he didn't start today, he would let slide it, finding every morning another excuse.

So he went down to his beach and breathed in the fresh air. The rest of slumber was immediately wiped away.

His beach - HIS by the kindness of a frenemy - laid still and peaceful in front of him.

He started to stretch, warming up by movement and the higher getting sun, and eventually got in a calm jog. The soft sand underneath his feet were cold and crunchy, and Bond felt shortly his calf muscles. He ignored the fine pain, knowing in time it would disappear. He managed half a mile before he had to stop, his hand on his chest. His heart drummed like crazy, and he could hear his blood rushing in his ear. With his hands on his hips he caught his breath and waited until his pulse was calm again. Then he strolled down to the licking waves to jog on the solid, wet sand there until he arrived his cabin again.

He didn't went inside but got deeper in the water, hissing in air, the deeper he walked in. The sun had made a good job to warm um the water line, but the water became colder the deeper one went in.

Bond kneeled down and shoved the refreshing water on his chest and arms to get accustom to the temperature before he went deeper. But not too deep. He had learned on the hard tour the small dangers of the beach water.

Pointy sea urchins and crayfishes, painful at the least, poisoned at the worst.

Avoiding touching the ground he chest swam until his neck acted lightly up. He turned on his back and let his body drift, paddling then back to his beach.

Refreshed, a bit proud and already feeling the natural endorphin he was ready to make breakfast.

Black coffee, fresh orange juice, scrambled eggs and a lot of toast. Simple but his favourite.

Bond just had sat down as his phone rang. Normally he would be annoyed to get disturb by his breakfast, but the ringtone let him know it was Eve.

"Yes, my darling?"

"James." Eve's voice sounded pressed and low.

Bond tensed up. "What's the matter, Eve?"

"I know you have no tellie, but you should look up the news on your phone. Call me back after it?"

"What are you talking about?", Bond asked alarmed back.

"The breath of chaos is back."

For a moment Bond didn't know what to say. Safin… Safin what have you done?

"Let me have a look.", he mumbled and disconnected the call to browse the news feed.

With growing horror he read the news and looked at the picture. Chaos indeed. He couldn't believe his eyes, nevertheless the pictures were too familiar. South Africa was defeated, utterly destroyed, by this terror attack on all three capital cities.

He found a link to a video and flinched as he heard the familiar voice of Lyutsifer Safin. His figure covered by shadows, his warm and demanding tone was easy to recognize. Bond listened with a mix of growing anger as also sadness to the message. The anarchist didn't deny his part, but expressed his disappointment, how his cleansing weapon was used.

"It was never our intention to break down a harmless and developing country like South Africa. We wished to destroy the Capitalism and the governments of rich countries like the US, to give undeveloped countries the possibility to get strength and become more powerful on the market. Now we all have to fight the consequences. I promise I shall not rest to find the middle man, who was in charge of this action."

Well, let's see how this will work out., Bond thought tiresome and drank his orange juice. His appetite was gone.

I'm so bold to tag other writers in hope of input. I have no beta reader at the moment and would be very thankful if someone could point out at least big mistakes or logic mistakes? Please let me know if the tagging is annoying you, then I shall stop it of course.

@edteche2 @dorminchu @poptod @thefluffiestseahorse @rathernotmyname

[crewman-penelope]

The Green-eyed Monster

Fandom: James Bond / Rami Malek

Chapters : 6 of 27

Characters : Lyutsifer Safin, Tatjana Safin ofc, Luc Dupont omc, Marie Dupont ofc, Camille ofc, James Bond, Moneypenny, Q, Mr. Hinx, Frau Dr. Vogel, Ernst Stavro Blofeld, M, Nomi, Mr. Moreau

Relationship : Lyutsifer Safin / OFC Character, Ernst Stavro Blofeld /OFC Character

Warning : Lemon, Hostage, dub-con, non-con, blood, gruel dead scene

Rating : MA

Gene: Crime / Drama /Romance

Summary : SPECTRE is back, but was that really what Safin wanted? Bond gives no shit at first...

Note : The rights for the Bond Books and the movies lays by Eon production!

This fanfic is for entertaining purpose only and to read for free.

English is not the writer's first language!

Still thirsty for some Safin content, so I have to write it myself. :-D

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6. Frau Doktor

Tatjana woke up to the bright sunshine that had squeezed itself through the curtains.

She tumbled off the bed and walked to the windows to fully open them up.

At the view in front of her she was suddenly completely awake. The landscape of the mountain trail, snow covered and glittering in the sun, was out of a fairy tale.

She turned to her bed to call for Safin and realized she was alone. Of course she was. He had had to go for a special task.

Tatjana felt herself tearing up and she shook her head. There was no need for pity. She was safe and sound. Safin would come back, as soon as he could, she knew that. Whatever happened, he would always come back to her.

She decided to shower and get ready. The clock said seven AM, so she assumed Blofeld was already up. Like Safin, he was truly an early bird.

She walked to the bathroom, lavish and bright, and heard the door. Marie came in, greeting her with a warm smile.

"Marie! Did you sleep well? Are the boys..?"

"The boys are fine. They got their medicine and slept the whole night. Camille and I took turns watching them through the night."

While talking to her, Marie started to open the suitcases that Tatjana could not get to yesterday. "Just make yourself ready. I will bring you something to wear for breakfast."

"Did you get yours?", Tatjana asked with worry.

Marie laughed. "Yessss! Stop worrying, dear."

Halfway soothed, Tatjana stepped under the shower and got ready. After she dressed Marie braided her hair into a wreath, fitting for the location.

Looking in the mirror, her skin still sunny and creamy, the long sleeved dress green and casual, not a bit of make-up on her face, she decided she was ready to face her host.

It was Mr. Hinx who waited at her door to lead her to the dining room. She automatically felt better with him at her side and was relieved to see that he followed her into the room, and found a place in the corner, to become a statue.

The wide window blinded her at first, but she caught the figure of Blofeld rising and stepping forward to greet her.

He had not changed. Still the warm, fatherly smile that ended under his eyes, the touchy hands that wrapped her in an embrace, the dry but soulful kiss on both cheeks.

"Tatjana! How adorable you look! Looove the hair!", Blofeld greeted her profusely.

"Awww, Ernst! Don't make me blush!", she giggled, playing along. It was always theatre with him.

She faced him and he smiled - to her surprise - a truly warm smile, his one good eye shimmering. He got hold of both her hands and squeezed them. "It's been too long."

"You are right. Thank you for having us."

"But there was no question! Your husband is one of my oldest and most appreciated employees! I hope we will spend much time together."

Leading Tatjana to her place, he gestured to the woman, who already sat at the table.

"May I present Dr. Vogel, my right hand?"

Frau Dr. Vogel looked up at Tatjana with a firm smile, which was mirrored in her handshake.

She was a woman in her late forties, with a hard face and a tight knot in her hair.

'Fräulein Rottenmeier', Tatjana thought but smiled. "It is not only a pleasure but an honour to meet you, Dr. Vogel.", she cheered and hoped it was not too much.

"The pleasure is all mine, my dear. I was truly curious to meet you.", Dr. Vogel spoke with a hard German accent. "Mr. Blofeld has told me so many good things about you."

Tatjana blushed and looked down. "I can't imagine what.. I am just a housewife."

"Oh, on the contrary, I would say. You are a positive enrichment to our system. Every employee who is cared for at home gives us better working energy.", Dr. Vogel insisted.

"Well, then I'm glad to be of help.", Tatjana smiled back, in the background of her mind, red flags waving. This woman frightened her.

Turning to Blofeld, Tatjana asked: "The kids?"

"I took the liberty of sending a breakfast we prepared for them to the nursery."

"You're too thoughtful, Ernst. Thank you."

Blofeld waved her sentiments away, but Tatjana saw Dr. Vogel stiffen up. She definitely didn't like the fuss Blofeld made over Tatjana.

She wondered why?

After breakfast, which was calm and cheery, Tatjana was sent to the nursery, thankfully accompanied by Mr. Hinx.

Tatjana looked left and right and turned to him. He shook his head as if he had seen her question coming. "Outside.", he muttered.

'Yeah, that makes sense.', she thought to herself. 'Beachtime..'

With the help of Maria - Camille sleeping the sleep of the righteous - the boys got dressed in snowsuits and, after suiting up herself, Tatjana, Maria and Mr. Hinx stepped out into the sunshine.

The snow blanket was crusty and glittering. The boys shrieked in amazement and tried it. They laughed wildly as the snow became water on their tongues.

Sitting by them and making little snow balls, Tatjana talked with Mr. Hinx quietly.

"She has a crush on him. Wants to be his queen.", Mr. Hinx muttered.

"Let me guess. He knows and takes advantage of it?"

"Yeah. Not in 'that' way, but for the company. She makes a fool of herself, though."

"But she must be good at her job. Or she wouldn't be his Nr. 2?"

Mr. Hinx smirked. "I didn't think Safin was a blabbermouth?"

Tatjana rolled her eyes. "You heard him. His right hand? My assumption was right?"

"Mmm.", Mr. Hinx answered. "Do me a favour. Never be alone in a room with her."

Tatjana paused. "You're shitting me?"

"Jealousy is a bitch."

[crewman-penelope]

Part 4 The Oceanaut - ao3

Part 1 the breath of chaos

Part 2 the Green-eyed Monster

Part 3 old debts

Fandom: James Bond / Rami Malek

Chapters : 1 /20

Characters : James Bond, M, Q, Nomi, Eve Moneypenny, OFC Tatjana Safin, Lyutsifer Safin, OMC Luc Dupont, OFC Marie Dupont, OMC Matvei & Maksemilian Safin

Relationship : James Bond / Eve Moneypenny, Safin/OFC Character Tatjana

Warning : Lemon🍋, manipulation, death/violence💀, smutish🍑 , Dom!Safin🖤, NON CON⚠️!!

Rating : MA

Gene: Crime / Romance

Summary: James Bond retirement on the Bahamas is calm and peaceful. SPECTRE is defeated, Lyutsifer Safin dead and Bond's substitute family - Tatjana, the twins and Marie - with him.

But the circumstances oft the surprised suicide of the chairman from the BREEF ( Bahama Reef Environmental Educational Foundation) brings the former agent back to work.

1. Good help is hard to find

Hinx walked slowly down the stairs, one foot after another. The stair railing was old and rusty and the dim light let him see not more than three steps ahead. The man behind him with the tranquillizer gun let him step down cautiously. 

If he got shoot down on the twirled staircase he could fall into his death. 

More annoyed than angry about this dubious invitation he was forced to take, Hinx wondered who was so eager to meet him. 

Six men had persuaded Hinx to climb in the helicopter. He had refused to do so, what ended in three deaths before the leader had used a tranquillizer at him. Woken up at the end of the journey, confused and with a mild headache, Hinx had decided to go along - for now. 

He stumbled as he found no more steps but an even ground to step on. Grunting frustrated he straightened his shoulder and looked in the barely illuminated corridor what laid in front of him. The end of it was pitch black, nevertheless a couple of faint, caged light bulbs shone along it. 

"Forward." 

Hinx turned his head to the man with the gun and a scenario rushed through his mind. The man was close enough to fight, and a neck is easy to break. For Hinx that is. He shoved the idea aside there his curiosity was grown enough. He wanted to know where this would lead to. 

He walked along the corridor and stumbled nearly again in surprise of the view he got. 

The walls of the corridor were not solid, but - hopefully bullet-proof - tank glass. 

Hinx swallowed as he realized by the darker shade of turquoise blue he was at least 5 metres under water. 

He walked further, not letting the glass walls out of his view, an easy task, now understanding the whole tunnel must have been once a tourist attraction. The silhouette of a hammerhead shark swam aside the right glass wall, while a swarm of small lilac reef fishes rushed away from him. 

'This must be a glorious view to behold by day' , he thought to himself, wondering if he would ever had the time to find out. 

The hammerhead shark react on the motion of the both men in the tunnel, swam a low loop and crossed their view again. He looked at the men's shadows with dead looking eyes, his disformed head waving around by the next loop he took. Hinx could make out a near reef behind the shark, even in this dark hour colourful and bussing with life, but had to turn away. He had reached the corridors end.

A iron door, brand new by constitution and colour, blocked his way. 

He paused, and waited for instruction. The man behind him stood silent and waited with him, as if he - Hinx - should find out by himself how to get through the next level. 

"Don't tell me the Passworts is 'Swordfish'", Hinx grumbled out to say something, but the moment he spoke a female computer voice answered. 

/voice activation /check /welcome Mr Hinx/

The iron door swung open and Hinx blinked into a full lighted corridor, the walls solid and eggshell white painted. He smirked to himself and felt at easy. He knew now who had invited him.

The lights were warm and yellow coloured, a attempt to fake sunlight. His 'new' boss made sure his employees would not miss that, here, deep under water. Different variations of plants in all shades of green were carefully arranged, the most of them having an asian touch. 

The next door swung open by itself and let Hinx in an office. Here were the walls also painted im the egg-white colour, but the only plant in the room was a small bonsai. The ground was covered by dark, wooden planks and one side of the room had also a glass-wall. Hinx could see here again a colourful reef in the dark-turquoise water, stingrays flowing upon it. Behind the simple desk in the middle of the room sat his host and smiled with his broken face. 

"Mr. Hinx. I'm glad to see you. Tell me, are you willingly and ready for your first task?" 

Hinx just nodded with a fine smile. This should be getting interesting.

[crewman-penelope]

Old Debts

Fandom: James Bond / Rami Malek

Chapters : 1 of 21

Characters : Lyutsifer Safin, Tatjana Safin ofc, Luc Dupont omc, Marie Dupont ofc, James Bond, Moneypenny, Q, M, Felix Leiter, William Tanner, Blackmarket tycoon Yuri omc, Secretary of state for defence Ben Wallance

Relationship : Lyutsifer Safin / OFC Character, James Bond / Eve Moneypenny 

Warning : Lemon, crime, terrorism, espionage, double cross, dub-con, death scenario, racism, politic drama, apartheid subject 

Rating : MA

Gene: Crime / Drama / Terrorism 

Summary : New terror cells got their hands on Safin's weapon via the russian blackmarket, and neither Safin nor Bond are pleased. Not to speak of the FBI, the CIA and the MI6. 

Note : non of the characters belong to me, nor did I get any money from it. This fanfiction is written for entertaining purpose only.

1. Bad news at the doorstep

The sunrise over the sea of Cuba was always a view to behold. The first, red beam of the sun, illuminating the waterline of the Caribbean sea, looked like a colourful child's painting.

The higher the sun got the brighter and warmer became the early hour. The waves golden glittering looked welcoming, but Safin knew he had to wait a bit longer to go swimming. The night hunter of the ocean were still too close to the beach. In the shallow water swam garfish and mackerels, as also swarms of barracuda, feasting on smaller, colourful fish. 

Safin watched some pelicans, tumbling and clumsy on the beach, but majestic in the air, getting down like arrows to catch their breakfast. Using their throat pouch they fished systematically through the waves. An amusing view for sure, but Safin couldn't relish in that this morning. 

He didn't hear Luc at first, but his right hand cleared his throat before approaching his boss. Safin turned to find Luc with two mugs in his hands. Safin took one with a silence nod, blowing on the hot beverage. 

It was a strong, green tea, just as bitter as Safin's thoughts. 

For a long moment both men stood aside to gaze in shared silence upon the water, over thinking their next steps. 

An hour ago Luc had got word from the South African source, and ten minutes later it was already on the news. It was done. 

Luc sighed and sipped at his tea, wondering what was Safin thinking. 

As if Safin had read his mind he started "I mean, this is what we wanted.. spreading chaos. There is no reason to feel guilty now." 

Luc nodded and added: "Quite the contrary. This was our goal. We didn't want to predict when our customers would use the gas." 

That was true. The terror acts in the past with Safin's special Sarin-like nerve gas had hit the public veins. Governments and societies, which had based their wealth by pressuring other countries down, had fallen. The Russian nepotism as the American economy were destroyed. 

It was an amazing outcome and not this much work at the end. One killed scientist, and the boldness to sell the 'breath of chaos' at every reachable terrorist cell to the prize the cell could afford had spread the gas around the world.

Today, two hours ago, three gas attacks had taken part ; Pretoria, nearly 70.000 dead, Cape Town with a dead count of 180.000, and Bloemfontein with now 113.000 dead. 

"Government, Parliament and highest court of appeal..", Luc muttered to himself. 

"Clever. And look at the results.", Safin added, sounding impressed, and looked in his mug. "I wonder how they get their hands on the gas.. Because as I remember we were particularly careful not to sell our weapon into developing countries." 

Luc emptied his mug and turned to Safin. "Lyutsifer..", he started, while pronouncing his bosses Russian name lootcefear. "We do know that not all the Russian cells had used their gas. There is always a need of new, unexperimented weapons on the black market. I spoke a moment ago with Yuri." 

Yuri G. , former black market mogul and now board member of a well known Bank, was an acquaintance as also their banker. 

"What did he say for himself?"

"He said that the young men and women today have no honour. They have no goals in life and search only for the green paper."

Safin rolled his eyes and throw the last, bitter rest of the green tea in the water. "As if Yuri started to sell candies on the black market by kind-heartedness.", he hisses, his voice became louder. "It's always about the green! Fucking Paper money!!" 

Luc pursed his lips and waited until Safin's outburst calmed down. 

The sun now higher he observed Safin's face, sun-kissed, acne—scarred, his pointy chin stretched up in a gesture of annoyance. 

He watched this face became softer after a moment. Safin's blue-greyish eyes followed a pelican in the air, hunting. 

"It could unite the politic parties.", Luc throw in. 

"Or lead to civil war..", Safin muttered. He sighed deeply. "Something South Africa didn't need. Not now. Not ever." 

Luc stayed silence after Safin's words. 

Eventually Safin turned away, to the house. "Let us hear what kind of rumours the news Channel spreading around.", he decided for now. 

"Perhaps an announcement would be good. There is no group at the moment to take pridely responsibility." 

"I shall consider it.", Safin answered and both men entered the house, still dark and slumbering. 

Out of the darkness of a corridor a woman appeared, dressed in nothing but a long shirt. She rubbed her eyes and asked: "Safin? You're so early up. Did something happen?" 

"Go back to bed, Tatjana.", Safin whispered and forced a smile. "I'll tell you later." 

The woman nodded and threw her braided long hair back over her shoulder. Safin watched her vanishing, back to the bedroom and clenched his teeth. 

And he had thought he had found peace.

I'm so bold to tag other writers in hope of input. I have no beta reader at the moment and would be very thankful if someone could point out at least big mistakes or logic mistakes? Please let me know if the tagging is annoying you, then I shall stop it of course.

@edteche2 @dorminchu @poptod @rathernotmyname @thefluffiestseahorse

[crewman-penelope]

Part 4 - The Oceanaut - AO3

Part 1 - The breath of chaos

Part 2 - The Green-eyed Monster

Part 3 - Old Debts

Fandom: James Bond / Rami Malek

Chapters: 7/20

Characters : James Bond, M, Q, Nomi, Eve Moneypenny, OFC Tatjana Safin, Lyutsifer Safin, OMC Luc Dupont, OFC Marie Dupont, OMC Matvei & Maksemilian Safin

Relationship : James Bond / Eve Moneypenny, Safin/OFC Character Tatjana

Warning : Lemon🍋, manipulation, death/violence💀, smutish🍑 , Dom!Safin🖤, NON CON⚠️!!

Rating : MA

Gene: Crime / Romance

Summary: James Bond retirement on the Bahamas is calm and peaceful. SPECTRE is defeated, Lyutsifer Safin dead and Bond's substitute family - Tatjana, the twins and Marie - with him. But the circumstances oft the surprised suicide of the chairman from the BREEF ( Bahama Reef Environmental Educational Foundation) brings the former agent back to work.

7. Underwater Love 🍋

Tatjana was in awe of her new home.

Safin walked with her around the corridors of his little underwater retreat, helping her to get familiar with the environment. Their both arms linked they strolled in a diamond formed circle of halls and walls, sometimes broken by the view of the underwater world by secured glass.

"How did you found this beautiful place?"

"I once read in an Forbes magazine about it.", Safin explained. "An old, abandoned underwater attraction, destroyed by a tropical cyclone. I managed to get my hand on it actually a long time ago, not as a new Lair, but simply as a short term hideout."

He reached out for her hand to fondle upon it, as if he himself had to make sure she was really with him.

"Neither me or Luc had plans to build it out this far. But you know how it is sometimes. One idea leads to another and the hiding place that should have at least a kitchen and warm water suddenly become a project. And after we got the HAYTNMYC II here for repair work we started to build further rooms."

The more Safin told her, the more questions Tatjana had. She dared not to speak them out yet. For know she wanted to relish in the fact that her husband was alive and she with him. That was all that mattered at the moment.

Safin entered the next room with her and Tatjana realized at once this was the main room. Laying im the middle of this old tower the aquarium view was on the ceiling. Dark water flooded over their heads was intimating at first glance. Safin, reading Tatjana's glance, let go of her arm and stepped to the low tea table in the middle of the room, sitting cushions and a round futon sofa circling it. He picked up a remote control and showed it her.

"The view is quite better by daylight.", he said and showed her which button to press. At once a dark foil spread out and covered the view, while scones automatically started to work, illuminating the room im a warm light.

"Beautiful.", Tatjana muttered and turned around for a full view.

She got stopped by Safin, who had got hold of her shoulders.

"Nothing is a beautiful as you.", he rasped out.

Tatjana heard the change of tone in his voice and her body react at once to it.

Turning to him she cupped his face in her hand and carred with her thumbs along his broken cheeks.

"Introduce me to the furniture, will you?", she said with a chuckle in her voice. "Is it comfy, my pirate?"

Safin answered with a smirk, resting his hands on her waist.

Tatjana sighed by the touch and let him guard her as he pressed her gentle down to the futon sofa.

"Depends.", Safin whispered. "on with whom one share the furniture."

Hunger befallen Tatjana. Hunger and need. It was she who pressed her lips demanding on his and he answered even so firecly, his teeth grinting at her lower lip.

In a moment Tatjana was pinned beneath Safin and she moaned by the pressure of his body. She wrapped one of her legs demanding around his small hips, holding him close. She whimpered I in need as she could feel his hard body rubbing at hers.

"Sirena..", she heard him mumble in the kiss. She hummed back, gaged by his tongue but didn't mind.

Greedily as he was she answered, nearly fighted with him until she submit to their needs.

His hands under her dress, cold and harsh, covered her body with goosebumps. Her nipples piecing up she moaned as his chest pinned her further down.

She felt his hands torning her panties and the crack of ripped fabric let her shiver.

Safin broke the kiss and got a bit up to free himself. His cock nearly jumped out of his trousers and she savoured the view before he demanded: "Eyes on me."

Tatjana smiled and opened herself up to him.

"Shut up.", she dared to say. "Shut up and fuck me properly."

She saw him flashing his wide, ugly smile, that she loved so much and in a moment he did as she demanded.

Shrieking out she didn't backed of but bucked her hips to him. She did not held still, nor tried she to be silent.

" Yes! YES! SAFIN!", she shouted in glee as in pain by his stretching movements. In so short time she wasn't used to his roughness anymore, alas she welcomed it. She needed it.

Her eyes on his face, her hands on his hips she groaned out as he start to move seriously, a steady pace, his eyes glued on hers.

"My sweet Sirena .. Such a good girl..", he panted, his hair falling in his face.

"Always, Safin. Always."

They do not last long. The hunger for each other drove both easily to the hill of bliss and as Tatjana started to shake and to laugh she listened with satisfaction to the deep growled answer of her husband.

At the end it was Tatjana, who started to sob uncontrollable; relief as happiness overwhelming her.

“My pirat ... my pirat ...”

[crewman-penelope]

Part 4 - The Oceanaut - AO3

Part 1 - The breath of chaos

Part 2 - The Green-eyed Monster

Part 3 - Old Debts

Fandom: James Bond / Rami Malek

Chapters : 5/20

Characters : James Bond, M, Q, Nomi, Eve Moneypenny, OFC Tatjana Safin, Lyutsifer Safin, OMC Luc Dupont, OFC Marie Dupont, OMC Matvei & Maksemilian Safin

Relationship : James Bond / Eve Moneypenny, Safin/OFC Character Tatjana

Warning : Lemon🍋, manipulation, death/violence💀, smutish🍑 , Dom!Safin🖤, NON CON⚠️!!

Rating : MA

Gene: Crime / Romance

Summary: James Bond retirement on the Bahamas is calm and peaceful. SPECTRE is defeated, Lyutsifer Safin dead and Bond's substitute family - Tatjana, the twins and Marie - with him. But the circumstances oft the surprised suicide of the chairman from the BREEF ( Bahama Reef Environmental Educational Foundation) brings the former agent back to work.

5. Coming Home

Tatjana needed half an hour to get through the shark-watch tunnel with the boys. Pressing their noses on the glass the twins couldn't torn away their eyes from the wonders of the sea. 

At any other time she would had join in, being in awe of the whole surrounding. But her mind were elsewhere. 

The travel was surprisingly short. Tatjana was baffled as she understood he had hide all the time so close to James's island. Baffled and angry. 

He had his reason, of course, as he always had. One year. One fucking year she was a Widow and she had enough of that. 

She looked to Mr. Hinx and smiled tiresome. "I apologize. The boys are wild, I am inpatient, and you are clearly overqualified for this kind of errands."

She tugged at Maksimilian's and Matvei's hands. "Please guy's.." 

Marie joined her with trembling fingers. 

Hinx, watching the women with a stony face, had not spoken much, but had told Tatjana to collect the most important items and to come with her. Where to, or to whom, he had not said. It wasn't really necessary, was it? 

Keen to find her hopes and wishes for a year come true, Tatjana, Marie and the twins went with him. No questions asked. Mr. Hinx had an order he had to fulfil and that they be safe. 

Now, in the half darkness of this abandoned underwater observation it was clear to her. There was only one man she knew who would re-build such a Lair. 

While she and Marie tried to lure away the twins from the glass, a metal door at the end of the dim illuminated tunnel opened and quick steps came forward. 

Marie screamed out and flied into Luc's arms. Cursing in french she threw her fists at him while crying in joy.

Tatjana teared up as she watched the reunion of Marie and her husband, a wild, happy storm of love and adoration. 

Maksimilian and Matvai stood still in amazement, not yet able to realize what that could mean for them. 

Eventually Marie calmed and cleaned her nose, looking ashamed around while Luc grinned like an idiot. He gave Tatjana an encouraging wink that let her heart flutter. She took a shaking breath in and out. 

Luc shared a glance with Hinx and announced: "Let me show you all your quarters. It looks from the outside old and broken, but we put a lot of work and effort in it." He crouched in front of the boys, who now fully recognized Luc and got his embraces. "I missed you guys.", he cheered up. 

It was Matvei who asked the important question: "Luc? Mama told us you and papa are dead? If you are here..?", he stopped, suddenly shy and looked to his brother, who finished the sentence boldly: ".. is papa here too?" 

Luc looked up to Tatjana, who glanced back with a begging, teary look in her eyes. 

Luc smirked and opend his mouth to answer, yet he got cut off by another, dark, rasp voice. 

"Yes. I'm here." 

The boy's went ballistic. Screaming loud and howling they rushed to their father, clinching and climbing on him. 

Safin's expression of coolness and dignity broke down by a wide smile and glittering eyes. 

Tatjana, her hands pressed on her chest to calm her wild heart, sniffed up by the view of their reunion. How, how she loved him in this moment! 

She was angry, though, wanted to slap him for the charade he had played a year ago. Alas she did understood it was necessary that his enemies think him dead. 

"safin …", she whispered. "lyutsifer .." 

He hushed the boys down, resting his hands on their heads and whispered to them: "Go with Luc and Marie. You have a wonderful room for you both, with bunkbeds, like real sailors. We see us at dinner, yes?" 

Maksimilian clinched harder at his father. "Promise?" 

"Of course.", Safin told his son. "I promise. And I don't take my promises lightly. You know that." 

Maksimilian smiled and wiped his face. Marie got both boy's and went with Luc inside the facility. 

Safin watched them go and glanced to Hinx, who followed. 

Finally alone Tatjana stared a moment at her husband, still afraid it may be an illusion. Until he came forward and rested his cold hand on her neck. 

Catching her wet eyes the corner of his lips curled up and he leaned in to kiss the skin between her neck and her shoulder. Her sweet spot. 

Tatjana shivered and a single tear left her right eye. 

She felt his scarred skin on hers as he sniffed suggestive at her neck. 

"I can smell it.", his low exotic voice filled her ear. "Saltwater and sunbeam. My Sirena."

[crewman-penelope]

Old Debts

third part of the Safin/Tatjana Serie. Read on AO3 FINISHED!

Fandom: James Bond / Rami Malek

Chapters : 21 of 21

Characters : Lyutsifer Safin, Tatjana Safin ofc, Luc Dupont omc, Marie Dupont ofc, James Bond, Moneypenny, Q, M, Felix Leiter, William Tanner, Blackmarket tycoon Yuri omc, Secretary of state for defence Ben Wallance

Relationship : Lyutsifer Safin / OFC Character, James Bond / Eve Moneypenny 

Warning : lemon🍋, crime, terrorism, espionage, double-cross, dub-con, death scenario💀, racism, politic drama, apartheid subject , torture 🔪

Rating : MA

Gene: Crime / Drama / Terrorism 

Summary : New terror cells got their hands on Safin's weapon via the russian blackmarket, and neither Safin nor Bond are pleased. Not to speak of the FBI, the CIA and the MI6. 

Note : non of the characters belong to me, nor get I any money from it. This fanfiction is written for entertaining purpose only.

Chapters:

#01 #02 #03 #4 #5🍋 #6 #7 #8🔪 #9 #10🔪🍋 #11 #12 #13💀 #14🍋 #15🍋 #16 #17 #18 #19💀 #20 #21

[crewman-penelope]

Old Debts

Fandom: James Bond / Rami Malek

Chapters : 5 of 21

Characters : Lyutsifer Safin, Tatjana Safin ofc, Luc Dupont omc, Marie Dupont ofc, James Bond, Moneypenny, Q, M, Felix Leiter, William Tanner, Blackmarket tycoon Yuri omc, Secretary of state for defence Ben Wallance

Relationship : Lyutsifer Safin / OFC Character, James Bond / Eve Moneypenny 

Warning : Lemon, crime, terrorism, espionage, double cross, dub-con, death scenario, racism, politic drama, apartheid subject 

Rating : MA

Gene: Crime / Drama / Terrorism 

Summary : New terror cells got their hands on Safin's weapon via the russian blackmarket, and neither Safin nor Bond are pleased. Not to speak of the FBI, the CIA and the MI6. 

Note : non of the characters belong to me, nor did I get any money from it. This fanfiction is written for entertaining purpose only.

5. Как полюбить пирата [how to love a pirate] 🍋

Safin wasn't surprised to hear from Bond. In fact, he had waited for him to reach out. Safin himself was prepared as always. The important documents, lab results and his family were now on board of the HAYTNMYC II. The submarine drove as deep as possible in the Caribbean Sea, avoiding being seen.

The boys were happy of course. This was an adventure of their taste. Playing along in the Engine room or the bridge under the eyes of Luc, Matvei and Maksimilian enjoyed every second of it.

Safin's wife on the other hand was in a foul mood. 

"You told me it is over!", she hissed at him in the security of Safin's cabin. "That your plans didn't matter any more, and we can live in peace." 

He watched Tatjana, sulking and angry with him and his own anger grew with it. 

"I don't think I have to explain myself or my plans to you.", he told her coldly, his arms crossed in front of his chest. "The new attacks are not my fault anyway."

His wife inhaled annoyed air into her nose, snoring at him with glittering eyes. She dared to shout at him: “But it is your fault, you made and sold -" 

He slapped her across her face and she stumbled half on the bed. 

Both stayed in silence for a moment. Safin himself was surprised by the way he had out lashed. His nerves laid more blank as he had thought. Eventually he whispered:  "What did I told you about making me angry?" 

He watched Tatjana resting her hand on the cheek he had slapped her on. She was barely able to look him in the eyes, what filled him with satisfaction. 

"Not to do it - you're loosing control when you are angry. ", she whispered back and he nodded pleased. Her voice timid and soft again, just like he liked it. 

Safin beckoned her to him, and she was so clever to obey at once. Wrapping his arms around her waist he rested his chin on her shoulder and stroke softly her back. Smelling her perfume, mixed with the hint of fear and her aloe vera skin cream. 

"You know.. A part of me hates you.", he spoke, and he felt Tatjana tensing up in his arm. He smiled to himself. "The part, who wants to be left along. Alone is safer. The part of me, who wants to watch the world burn." 

He felt back in thoughtful silence and his wife was so smart to held her tongue. Safin rocked her body lightly in his arms, a cosy, sloppy dance, as he listened inside him. 

"And then.. I remember how we met. The first time I laid my eyes on you. Your small body, unconscious, wet to the bones. It touched my heart. Yes, my heart." 

He let his hands wander along her body and rested his face in the hollow of her neck to press his lips on her sensitive spot. The spot his lips touched her skin the first time.

"I knew I had to have you. Everything of you. Even when this meant to step out of my old world. Of terror and anarchy. No matter what it would cost." 

He kissed down her shoulder and tugged at her blouse, until his wife unbutton it for him. He relished a moment at the view of her bare chest, her breasts, still peaches, and smoothed along her skin with his fingertips. Then he looked her in the face with questioning eyes. 

"Go on.", she whispered. "Tell me more." He felt her fingertips ghosting upon his scars and closed his eyes. It was the most sentimental and soft touch to him. How much she admired even his ugliness. 

"I fell in love with you at the first sight, I know that now.", he went on. "And nothing could change that. Even when I'm angry with you." 

Safin caught her mouth and kissed her deeply, while pressing her back on the bed. He smiled in the kiss as she pushed her skirt up and allowed him to tear her panty away. Forcing his tongue between her teeth he forced his cock even to eager between her folds. 

He took her slowly and with demanding thrusts, avoiding coming too quickly but to enjoy the make-up sex. Soon, her legs were wrapped around his hips and his name pearled from her lips - 'Lyutsifer… Lyutsifer.. Lyutsifer…' - until he watched her come undone with her giggling face. 

He rested on her until both caught their breath and kissed then apologizing her cheek. 

"I'm sorry, my Sirena." , he whispered in Tatjana's ear.

"I love you too my, my pirate.", she answered back, what made him chuckle.

Taglist: @dorminchu @poptod @thefluffiestseahorse @rathernotmyname @edteche2

[crewman-penelope]

Old Debts

Fandom: James Bond / Rami Malek

Chapters : 6 of 21

Characters : Lyutsifer Safin, Tatjana Safin ofc, Luc Dupont omc, Marie Dupont ofc, James Bond, Moneypenny, Q, M, Felix Leiter, William Tanner, Blackmarket tycoon Yuri omc, Secretary of state for defence Ben Wallance

Relationship : Lyutsifer Safin / OFC Character, James Bond / Eve Moneypenny

Warning : Lemon, crime, terrorism, espionage, double cross, dub-con, death scenario, racism, politic drama, apartheid subject

Rating : MA

Gene: Crime / Drama / Terrorism

Summary : New terror cells got their hands on Safin's weapon via the russian blackmarket, and neither Safin nor Bond are pleased. Not to speak of the FBI, the CIA and the MI6.

Note : non of the characters belong to me, nor did I get any money from it. This fanfiction is written for entertaining purpose only.

6. A family picnic

Bond had set a BBQ at the beach and covered the grill with differed vegetables as with fresh caught fish. He wasn't prepared for Safin taste, though, but by the circumstances he had to take what Bond could give him.

Setting up more chairs he felt stupid. A great part of the African continent was in panic, and he wondered about his host qualities. 

As he made sure there were enough juice for the twins, he looked after the fish and mixed up salad. Bond was quite proud about his meal, all given by nature and nothing brought from the main land. 

A sailing boat appeared on time, its white sail and flag bright in the sunlight. Bond could hear the cheer of the boys already. He grinned. He adores the boys, even that he couldn't handle the energy more the two days in a row. Bond had no idea how Tatjana managed, but she had at least Marie as helping hand. 

He waved, his heart heavy, but his face cheerful, watching the twins jumping in the water. Like little seals the boys paddled to the beach to greet Bond with wet hugs. 

"Uncle James, uncle James!", the boys laughed and jumped up and down. Bond couldn't hide his joy, even if he wanted. The twins were as always in glee and started to check the grill.

"He hey hey.. Matvei, careful! It's hot!", Bond warned one of the twins. The boy rolled his eyes. "Boah! I'm Maksimilian, can't you see that?" 

Bond laughed loud out. "Of course not. You're twins!" 

The boy giggled and behind Bond Safin's rasp voice started: "Actually, that is Matvei. Don't get fooled, James." 

"Och papaaa!", the twins groaned unison disappointed and Bond turned around. 

Safin stepped out of the water on the beach, his trouser legs wet, his foot bare and held up a hand. "James. Thank you for letting us be here." 

"Lyutsifer.", James shook his hand and turned then to Tatjana, who walked behind Safin out of the water. He could see Luc, Safin right hand, tying up the boat. 

And he recognized the slightly swollen cheek in Tatjana's face, as also her tired eyes.

What happened here?, he wondered and looked back at Safin's calm face. 

Nothing of your business, the expression told him. 

Bond let it slide and greeted Tatjana enthusiastic with a hug. 

"Are we all hungry? I hope so..", he smiled and gestured to the table. 

Tatjana took soon over and got the twins to settle down at the table to pour them juice in, while Safin looked over the food. Bond watched them, hands in his trouser pockets and waits for Luc to join them. 

"How is it?", he asked lowly Safin's right hand as Luc stood aside him. 

"Tense.", the man muttered. 

Bond nodded to himself and walked with Luc to the table. He liked the man. Calm and collected, always knowing what Safin was up to, able to read his bosses emotions. 

While Luc joined Tatjana and the boys at the table Bond stepped to Safin and turned the fish. 

"I have to be in London tomorrow morning.", he told him. 

Safin looked at him. "Ready to play?" 

“MI6 wants to hunt you down. I myself would like to find the resistance cell who is in charge of the attack.", Bond made his priority clear. 

" So do I.", Safin answered and took a plate. Bond watched him and waited for more. By the way Safin prepared the plate it became clear to him Safin was fixing a plate for Tatjana and not for himself. 

" We're starting in Moscow. We have a friend there who may know a middleman, who may know a seller.." 

Bond grunted. "I see. Will you give me Infos, if you have news?" 

Safin paused a moment. "I don't know if that is a good idea. It could get you in trouble. And I want them punish myself." 

Bond watched Safin's body language and knew he was already hiding information. He was indeed tense. 

"I want to help, Safin. For Tatjana's sake.", he told him lowly and started to make a plate for himself. 

"I know that and I am grateful. I only think I gave you trouble enough." 

"I can't hold your family safe -" 

"They will come with me.", Safin interrupt Bond. "After the incident with spectre I shall not let her or the boys alone." 

Bond breathed deep in. "You will draw them in danger. Wouldn't a safe house be better?" 

This time Safin turned his body to Bond and stared at him with this intense looking grey eyes. "Like the one I took Tatjana out the last time you mean?" 

He turned away without giving Bond a chance to answer and went to the table to hand Tatjana a plate. 

Bond, his half-filled plate in his hand, watched him making a fuss about her and the twins. Bad coincidence, he guessed. 

He focused as Luc came to fill a plate and shook his head. 

"You can't speak sense into him. He already made up his mind.", the soldier told him. 

"I know. I know.", Bond sighed.

Taglist: @dorminchu @edteche2 @poptod @thefluffiestseahorse @rathernotmyname

[crewman-penelope]

Old Debts

Fandom: James Bond / Rami Malek

Chapters : 13 of 21

Characters : Lyutsifer Safin, Tatjana Safin ofc, Luc Dupont omc, Marie Dupont ofc, James Bond, Moneypenny, Q, M, Felix Leiter, William Tanner, Blackmarket tycoon Yuri omc, Secretary of state for defence Ben Wallance

Relationship : Lyutsifer Safin / OFC Character, James Bond / Eve Moneypenny

Warning : Lemon🍋, crime, terrorism, espionage, double cross, dub-con, death scenario💀, racism, politic drama, apartheid subject, torture🔪

Rating : MA

Gene: Crime / Drama / Terrorism

Summary : New terror cells got their hands on Safin's weapon via the russian blackmarket, and neither Safin nor Bond are pleased. Not to speak of the FBI, the CIA and the MI6.

Note : non of the characters belong to me, nor did I get any money from it. This fanfiction is written for entertaining purpose only.

13. The road to hell.. 💀

Bond stood on the side of the water plane, watching the closer coming marina of Yuri's Island through his sunglasses. He was sweating already, even that he had the time to change in a lighter suit. Inpatient he jumped down and stood at once to his knees in the fresh saltwater.

Ungraciously he stumbled to the beach and up to the villa, scanning the surrounding. Different men with headsets and weapons strolling around the beach, eyeing him for a moment. He didn't have to introduce himself, though. It seems the men were properly briefed. To Bond's amusement he could see, whom of these men were CIA and which were FBI, alone by the cut of their clothes as by the way there standing. FBI employees had the habit to show off, especially on crime scenes.

Smirking to himself he walked to the entry. His smirk grew to a wide smile as a familiar feature came along.

"Seems your source were wrong.", Felix grinned darkly and held his hand up.

Bond clashed his in Felix's offered hand and muttered: "I wouldn't be too sure about that."

He nodded to the entry. "M is already here?"

"Yes, and not in a good mood."

"He wasn't in a good mood since 2007."

Felix frowned. "What happened 2007?"

"His divorce."

Felix cleared his throat as he looked behind Bond and Bond stifled up.

As he turned he was face to face with his Boss, M's Mimic Stoic as always.

"I shall note I wasn't in a good mood since I had taken over the MI6 and had to work with headstrong and cocky DoubleO's like you, Bond.", he grumbled and waved him in.

Walking aside Bond he went on: "I am not sure how to report this to the secretary of defence.."

Bond looked around the living room. It was amazingly clean, no furniture broken, no chaos. Some men from the crime scene investigation, wearing white suits and masks, searched around the carpet. A telephone rang in the background.

"Nobody in the house beside the owner.", M told him." No bodyguards, no guards around the house.. it should be at least ten of Yuri's men here to find."

While he spoke one of the investigators held his hand up. M and Bond leaned in and grunted unison. The investigator held a small dart in his hand.

"The guards were put to sleep.."

".. and fled after seen what someone had done to their boss.", M ended the sentence. He pointed to another door.

It was an office and here the furniture was shoved aside, papers and laptops crashed on the floor. The room smelled of urine and fear.

Again the phone rang, but everyone ignored it.

Q sat aside on a small, self-made working bench, working on his laptop.

"There's no one at the phone when I answer it.", he said as a greeting to Bond. Bond just nodded but focused on the subject that matters for now.

A fat, naked man sat on a desk chair, his dead eyes staring at nowhere.

'like a fish on land', Bond thought and stepped closer. He stopped, disgusted by the smell as the view. Yuri - Bond didn't question it - had at the end a hard time. His hands tortured, some fingertips missing.. and the stiletto in his chest told Bond Safin had got his information.

"Damn luck..", Bond muttered.

"He is at least one step in front of us, only by manipulating you.", M mumbled behind him.

Bond pursed annoyed his lips.

Again the phone started to ring and simply out of curiosity Bond picked the speaker up.

"Yes?"

"James?", it answered back. Bond felt the skin at the back of his head shrinking together. He knew at once something wicked would happen.

"Back to your old tricks, Lyutsifer?", he sighed.

"I do sincerely apologize. I shouldn't have pulled you in my personal vendetta.", Safin hummed back. "I believe it will be of no use, to ask not to step in my way?"

"I fear we can't allow you to go on.", Bond answered and looked to M, who changed a glance with Q. Bond was sure, by the view of Q, tipping furiously on his keyboard he tried to get to the source of the call.

"I will not apologize for my next action. Alas, I'm glad you're not more in Moscow.", Safin went on. "Please give the Quartermaster my best regards. He should not feel bad not to get my position."

"Lyutsi-", Bond begun, but the disconnection tone was already in his ear.

Bond turned to M, to met his disappointed expression. Bond and M opened unison their mouths only to get cut by the tone of M's phone.

Everyone in the room stood still and listened, even Q held his fingers.

Everyone in the room had realized bad news were on the way.

M got slowly his phone out, hesitant to hear what had happened just now. "Yes?"

Every eye were on M, while the Chef of MI6 listened.

Bond watched in horror M's face becoming pale and… old.

"Yes… Yes… I understand. Thank you."

M disconnected the call and put even so slowly his phone back, looking at nobody's face.

He swallowed and looked at Bond.

"You will fly home. On your island. You will not make any calls to friends or employees of the MI6. Not even to Moneypenny."

"What happened?" It was Q and not Bond who asked.

"Six minutes ago a small atomic bomb detonated in the heart of Moscow.", M told them with thin mouth. "One can't tell right now the results.. but it will be nearly like Chernobyl."

Bond's legs, suddenly jelly, couldn't hold him any more. He felt back on the plate of the desk. Is head were empty.

Taglist: @dorminchu @poptod @thefluffiestseahorse @rathernotmyname @edteche2

[crewman-penelope]

Old Debts

Fandom: James Bond / Rami Malek

Chapters : 10 of 21

Characters : Lyutsifer Safin, Tatjana Safin ofc, Luc Dupont omc, Marie Dupont ofc, James Bond, Moneypenny, Q, M, Felix Leiter, William Tanner, Blackmarket tycoon Yuri omc, Secretary of state for defence Ben Wallance

Relationship : Lyutsifer Safin / OFC Character, James Bond / Eve Moneypenny

Warning : Lemon🍋, crime, terrorism, espionage, double cross, dub-con, death scenario💀, racism, politic drama, apartheid subject, torture🔪

Rating : MA

Gene: Crime / Drama / Terrorism

Summary : New terror cells got their hands on Safin's weapon via the russian blackmarket, and neither Safin nor Bond are pleased. Not to speak of the FBI, the CIA and the MI6.

Note : non of the characters belong to me, nor did I get any money from it. This fanfiction is written for entertaining purpose only.

10. Betrayal and Lust 🔪*🍋

Safin watched the swollen face of his banker. He looked at Luc, a silenced command, who forced Yuri's mouth open. In a gentle gesture Safin poured water into Yuri's mouth and gushed a rest over his face.

He looked at his work thus far, impressed with Yuri's resistance. Five nails, two finger cups and all he got was one name.

"I think we're making progress, Luc.", Safin hummed in his low, rasp voice.

"One name..", Luc muttered playful annoyed.

"Aww, but Luc..", Safin smiled gentle to Yuri. "It is a start. And we have still the foot nails. And the teeth to play with."

Calmly he chose another plier, bigger, with a cutter inside the blade.

"Thumb or pinky?", he asked solemn. "Or.. another name..?"

Yuri stared a long time at Safin, moving his mouth softly but didn't get any word out.

"No?", Safin asked disappointed back and opened up the pliers.

".. Nkosi.", Yuri whispered. "Cyril Nkosi."

Safin paused and rolled this name in his mind, searching for a connection. He shook his head. "There is nothing, Yuri. Try again?"

"A leg man for EFF."

Safin froze for a moment and eventually set the pliers aside.

"I guess we have a break through, don't you think, Luc?

"Definitely."

Safin had fun until now. More than one should have, perhaps. But his mood sunk the moment the name of the political party came up. That wasn't good. It was actually stupid to hurt the own country, no matter the feeling are for the other parties. Safin had the face of the party leader in mind, wondering why a left wring party would take such drastically turn on the own people.

But that was the trouble with extreme left or right. Trouble he normally didn't think about.

He looked at Luc. "Did we heard enough?"

"Yes. We know the connection man here, the delivery.. The buyer.", Luc answered and Safin looked in deep thoughts at the torture items on the velvet. Eventually he took a small stiletto.

"Thank you, Yuri. You were a good friend - at the end."

The stiletto went through Yuri's chest like butter, so quickly, so sharp, Yuri didn't cry out at first. With wide open eyes he stared at Safin.

"Loocifur..", he mouthed and Safin watched fascinated as the stiletto moved with the last beats of Yuri's heart, to stood then still forever.

*

Tatjana woke up as her husband snuggled at her. His hands greedily touching her body he pressed his hard flesh at her.

".. that feels like a success..", she muttered and rubbed her face before turning to him.

She nearly moved away, shocked by the expression on his face. Greed and lust all over it written he smiled ghastly. Sweat on his face glittered already in arousal.

This would be no nice ride.., she thought swallowing and braced herself for a rough time.

To her surprise he didn't forced himself unceremoniously on her. He was all hands and fingers, caressing, slowly. His mouth pressed at her neck he sucked raspberries on her skin, while his hand, or rather the knuckle of his thumb teased her softly.

Tatjana relished in this demanding touch, knowing he wanted her to find release by his hand first before he would get any further. Half dizzy and hard panting she wondered what it was that brought him in such passionate mood. The meeting with a business partner could surely not be the reason.

His mouth caught hers in a deep kiss and she wrapped her arms around him. He pushed her tender back, freed himself from her embrace to travel down her body.

"Lyutsifer..", Tatjana whispered in glee. Too less he used his tongue all over her, too less he took his time, as if his dominant nature couldn't.

Tonight was different and Tatjana would enjoy the most of it.

His lips, rasp but lush, burned kisses and hickeys on her skin as he travels down, his fingertips a soft company.

Self acting she opened up, whispering : “Please.. "

Her inpatient was rewarded with a slap on her thighs. He spoke no word, but his mouth became wilder, pressing his teeth on her mons before his tongue slithered along her blooming flesh.

"Eyes.", he muttered and Tatjana got on her elbow to watch him better.

With panting breath she watched him, as he watched her with his intense eyes while eating her out. He did not stop before she started to tremble and to giggle in release. As Tatjana felt back on the mattress he was at once upon her, gliding in her with a swift move.

A moment both started in each other's eyes, their mouth half hung open to drink each other's moans.

Then he moved, slow but strong. Tatjana hisses in air by his hard thrust. Ever so hurtful but soothing. Knowing she belonged to him. Feeling she was his.

"I killed a man today.", he suddenly whispered. Her eyes wide she looked in his broken face and saw the corner of his lips curled up.

Now she started to understand what had aroused him.

"With your own, bare hands?", she asked lowly back.

He smirked now, rolling his hips roughly and fell into a quicker pace.

"Yes. It was thrilling."

Tatjana blinked, needed a moment to absorb the information.

Eventually she rested her palms at his chin, kissing the scars on it.

As if her soft touch had spurred him on, he groaned and needed just two thrusts more.

As Tatjana felt him spilling himself inside her womb she muttered : "That's my pirate.."

What else were there to say?

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[crewman-penelope]

Old Debts

Fandom: James Bond / Rami Malek

Chapters : 3 of 21

Characters : Lyutsifer Safin, Tatjana Safin ofc, Luc Dupont omc, Marie Dupont ofc, James Bond, Moneypenny, Q, M, Felix Leiter, William Tanner, Blackmarket tycoon Yuri omc, Secretary of state for defence Ben Wallance

Relationship : Lyutsifer Safin / OFC Character, James Bond / Eve Moneypenny 

Warning : Lemon, crime, terrorism, espionage, double cross, dub-con, death scenario, racism, politic drama, apartheid subject 

Rating : MA

Gene: Crime / Drama / Terrorism 

Summary : New terror cells got their hands on Safin's weapon via the russian blackmarket, and neither Safin nor Bond are pleased. Not to speak of the FBI, the CIA and the MI6. 

Note : non of the characters belong to me, nor did I get any money from it. This fanfiction is written for entertaining purpose only.

3. Stay in our lover's story

Tatjana laid with wide open eyes in bed. She listened to the tellie, a noisy sound in the back with some static in it. After a while she heard Lyutsifer and Luc going down to the basement. She knew her husband had setted a small lab down there to experiment with.. well, she didn't know what he was doing there.

One time she had overheard Luc, speaking of a plutonium delivery, what had let her skin crawl. Everyone had seen what Lyutsifer was able to do with gas. No one wanted to find out what could happen with radioactive material in his hands. 

After being awake for nearly two hours she gave up the idea of sleep and went to the kitchen. She heard already Marie in it, making breakfast for the twins. In an hour the boat would come, collecting the boys to bring them to the main land. Like every morning since the twins started school. She still couldn't wrap her mind upon the idea her little boys, nearly six now, were already in school. 

Where did the time go? 

She entered the kitchen with a jawning, stretching her arms up. 

"Bonjour, Marie." 

"Bonjour, 'jana." 

Marie handed her a mug of coffee, double sweet, double cream and poured herself a mug to sit with Tatjana. 

A ritual, both women enjoyed and needed. The gossip corner, so Lyutsifer often jest. And it was true. Tatjana and Marie changed thoughts and ideas, making plans for the day every morning. This morning was different, though. 

"What's the deal?" Tatjana sipped at her coffee and watched Marie. 

Marie combed with her fingers through her short hair and sighed. Her eyes wandered everywhere but not to Tatjana. 

"There was an accident,", Marie began. "In Africa. South Africa." 

By the tone of Marie's voice goosebumps appeared on Tatjana's skin. "What had Safin done?" 

Marie shook wildly her head. "Nothing. Nothing this time. Luc told me that one of the terror cells he had sold gas had also sold it to a different resistance cell." 

"In Africa.", Tatjana added, not questioned it. 

Marie nodded and had some coffee. "Yes. He thinks there were Russians involved." 

"The reds!", Tatjana spatted out. If she despised a group of people, it were Russians. She thought the Oligarchy the worst form of state status. Nepotism and bribes are the drive the Moscow high society lived on. Everybody else were starving. Like in the Tsar Epoch. While the small but rich group of Oligarchs raped and plundered mother Russia, the simple man lived a hand-in-mouth existence. Thankfully - yes, she was thankful for that - Safin's 'Breath of chaos' had nearly destroyed this way of plundering. 

Tatjana opened her mouth to curse, but stopped in time. Maksimilian had entered the kitchen, his brother Matvei behind him. 

"Hey, guys!", Tatjana greeted her sons with a wide smile and embraced both, smoothing them. "And already dressed." 

Proudly she checked both, ready and dolled up with khaki shorts and colourful shirts. 

"Where's papa?", Maksimilian asked, while both boys settled at the table. "Working already", Tatjana answered and watched Marie pouring milk in the twins cereals. 

As if conjured by his son's words Lyutsifer entered the kitchen with a stony expression, that soften immediately as his eyes caught the twins. 

"Ah, eager for school?", he hummed and walked from one child to another to kiss his son's forehead. 

"Na..", Matvei sulked. "I want to go swimming.." "… and Baracuda-fishing!", Maksimilian finished his brother's sentence. 

Tatjana saw Lyutsifer smiling. Not many people could make him truefully smile, but his sons managed every time.

"Well then I propose we skip school today."

Tatjana thought it at first a tease, but the expression on Safin's broken face showed Tatjana he was serious. 

While the boys cheered up Tatjana darted a glance at him to get ignored. Lyutsifer sat down between his sons, caressing effectional their backs. 

"Well, looks like we have the best papa in the world…", she faked a smile. 

Lyutsifer nodded distinguished. "Yes.", he told her, eventually catching her eyes. "We are going on an adventure." 

Tatjana understood at once. There was nothing more to say. She brewed a fresh cup of mint tea for her husband and sat down with him, while Luc went to the radio, telling the school ship that the kids were sick.

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[crewman-penelope]

Old Debts

Fandom: James Bond / Rami Malek

Chapters : 14 of 21

Characters : Lyutsifer Safin, Tatjana Safin ofc, Luc Dupont omc, Marie Dupont ofc, James Bond, Moneypenny, Q, M, Felix Leiter, William Tanner, Blackmarket tycoon Yuri omc, Secretary of state for defence Ben Wallance

Relationship : Lyutsifer Safin / OFC Character, James Bond / Eve Moneypenny

Warning : Lemon🍋, crime, terrorism, espionage, double cross, dub-con, death scenario💀, racism, politic drama, apartheid subject, torture🔪

Rating : MA

Gene: Crime / Drama / Terrorism

Summary : New terror cells got their hands on Safin's weapon via the russian blackmarket, and neither Safin nor Bond are pleased. Not to speak of the FBI, the CIA and the MI6.

Note : non of the characters belong to me, nor did I get any money from it. This fanfiction is written for entertaining purpose only.

14. The things we do for love 🍋

Safin went out of the commando room after Luc took his seat. Both men changed a satisfied but serious glance at each other. For Safin it has been no easy decision, but the Moscow policies were still too strong, if they were able to dictate the weapon market against Safin's wishes.

Safin looked in the galley to find Marie and the boys playing a board game. Marie saw him, but he rose his hand and shook his head, leaving them in peace before the twins would see him.

He needed a moment with Tatjana alone.

In the living space he stopped. He saw Tatjana sitting on the sofa, her legs under her, wrapped in one of the military blankets. She already watched the news on the screen, where a shaking heli camera showed a bigger growing, familiar mushroom cloud appearing.

Safin went slowly inside and joined her on the sofa. He watched her carefully, even waited for an angry outburst from her.

Instead, she snuggled at him, to hide her teary face in the hollow of his neck.

He blinked, surprised and held her a moment. Her body was warm and smelt like the air of the submarine. Stuffed, salty, a hint of oil. He didn't mind. Caressing her back he listened as she started to speak.

"Once, at school - I think it was the 6th grade - we had history lessons about the pacific battles in the second world War. And about the end of it."

Tatjana paused a moment and sniffed lowly. Safin had the feeling he knew what was coming now. He kissed encouraging her temple." Go one, my love."

"I was too young to understand the whole outcome for the land and people of Japan. But I remember vividly the picture of a Japanese postman. Or better the shadow on the wall of him. All that was left of him after the atomic explosion over Hiroshima."

Safin nodded to himself. "Yes", he whispered. "That was a gruesome end of an even more gruesome war. And yet the American government had their reason for this decision. Not understood by everyone. Not even by me for a time."

He reached for the remote control and switched the news out.

"I have my reasons.", Safin went on. "I know you are not understanding them. Nevertheless, I made my decision not to hide myself from you. As I also want you..?"

He hooked his fingers under her chin to force her to look at him. Watching her beautiful but teary visage he waited that she finished his sentence.

"You want me sitting at your side, admiring your work.", she mumbled. He watched her face as she smiled softly. As she rested her hands left and right his chin he smiled with her, relishing in her touch.

"You are right. I can't understand your motive's. But I know I love you. And I will stand at your side. In good as in bad times."

"That is all I need to hear, my Sirena.", he answered her honestly, his chest warm. He leaned in to catch her mouth and to his glee she answered hungrily.

"Mh.. You know, Marie is entertaining the twins.. shall we retire for the moment?", he asked her and rubbed his nose at hers before kissing her again.

"Yes.", she answered at once and Safin realized, she simply dared not to deny him. This realization was thrilling and aroused him even more.

The civilization of Russia in chaos, the submarine on its way to South Africa to finish the job, his wife at his side..

His hands found Tatjana's hips, and he held firm on them as he drew her on his lap.

"Not here..", she whispered.

"Oh, yes.. here.. Now!", he ordered and caught her mouth again.

She obeyed, opened his trousers and allow him to free his hard flesh.

He hummed in the kiss as his hands freed her from the skirt. Not taking his time to get rid of her panties, he pushed the fabric aside and let her sit on him. Roughly impaling her inch by inch he held the kiss and allow her to whimper into her mouth.

Melting together as one, he bucked his hips up fiercely, meeting her in greed. He digged his finger firm in her skin to hold her in place as he took her fast.

Her sensitive flesh around him were firm as a fist, and he didn't need much time to find release. Still holding Tatjana's mouth he drank his wife's moans, not letting go of her but used his thumb at the end to finished her up with him. To hear her joyful giggling when she comes undone. Swallowing her release.

Hard breathing and panting, he held her a long moment after they finished, caressing Tatjana's back while she rested on him. He listened to her breath, relishing her kisses on his scared face.

"I adore you so much, my Sirena.", he mumbled. "Please never forget that."

He felt Tatjana's smile on his skin, what let skip his heart beat. As long as his wife don't lose her ability to smile all was good for him.

"Second round in the bed?", he asked cheekily and drummed playful on her back.

"Gladly, my pirate."

Taglist:@dorminchu @poptod @thefluffiestseahorse @rathernotmyname @edteche2

[crewman-penelope]

Old Debts

Fandom: James Bond / Rami Malek

Chapters : 11 of 21

Characters : Lyutsifer Safin, Tatjana Safin ofc, Luc Dupont omc, Marie Dupont ofc, James Bond, Moneypenny, Q, M, Felix Leiter, William Tanner, Blackmarket tycoon Yuri omc, Secretary of state for defence Ben Wallance

Relationship : Lyutsifer Safin / OFC Character, James Bond / Eve Moneypenny

Warning : Lemon🍋, crime, terrorism, espionage, double cross, dub-con, death scenario💀, racism, politic drama, apartheid subject, torture🔪

Rating : MA

Gene: Crime / Drama / Terrorism

Summary : New terror cells got their hands on Safin's weapon via the russian blackmarket, and neither Safin nor Bond are pleased. Not to speak of the FBI, the CIA and the MI6.

Note : non of the characters belong to me, nor did I get any money from it. This fanfiction is written for entertaining purpose only.

11. Trust issues

Bond sat two hours after the meeting in a plane to Moscow. A glass of scotch and water at the side table he took his time to read the dossier about the momentary high heads of the black market there.

Some men were simply too young to be connected to Safin, too fresh in business, or not rich enough to be in charge of the weapon business.

Two names in the list sounded promising;

A former weapon dealer and double agent, in the past working for the CIA, now a retired politician.

And a former black market king, who official sold candies - and unofficial weapons - was now a banker.

Bond sighed. The information was sent in courtesy from the FBI, and that irritated Bond.

He couldn't understand what the Federals had to do with a case that was clearly a CIA subject. Bond wasn't able to put a finger on it. His guts told him there was something wrong.

Landing in Moskow-Ostafjewo he got picked up by a business limousine. The man inside - thin, pale, by his sixties - greeting him without a handshake, but nodded shortly at Bond.

"Gasprom consulting and account, Boris Serjew.", he told Bond in a boring tone his code.

Bond eyed him. The suit screamed money, but no taste. Bond would have forgiven him that, but he wasn't excited about Serjew's tailor.

"Universal Export, Jim Beech.", Bond greeted back and leaned in the seats of the limousine.

After the greeting the men ignored each other, while the car drove along a gravel road, surrounded by a grey landscape of destroyed flora.

Eventually Serjew started to speak. "The two subjects you're here for are quite interesting. Especially Towarischtsch Wiktor…"

Bond listened with narrowed eyes, still looking out of the car window. "He seems a bit too obvious?", he gave his opinion. "Former Ukrainian politician, not so found of mother Russia.."

"My supervisor thinks it it bayback."

Bond crocked his head left, then right while thinking.

"The other man?"

"Yuri wouldn't be so stupid. He will lose more money than make some with such business. He is a businessman for Russia first and Donator for the party."

"Which one?", Bond jested without thinking and made a face. "Sorry."

Serjew didn't answer, but Bond could actually hear his pouting.

After a moment of embarrassing silence Bond asked: "When can I get to them? Any preparation from your side or am I allowed to look after that myself?"

Bond felt Serjew stiffen in his seat.

"We have an little meeting arranged for you, the CEO of my company with some Merchants and Traders. Tonight by 7pm our time." Before Bond could say anything more, Serjew went on: "You will stay in your hotel - obvious to safety reason - and the car will pick you up at 6:30."

Did I just get grounded?, Bond wondered with an amused smirk, already accepting the challenge.

"So I will meet both gentlemen?"

"Wiktor will be there. Yuri is official retired and didn't live in Russia but on the Seychelles. We—"

"What?", Bond stopped him. "Say that again."

Serjew frowned at Bond. "He is retired and lives since 5 years on the Seychelles.."

Bond looked at his contact, in his mind playing along the different scenarios by the Infos he got out of the dossier.

"Bring me back.", he told Serjew firmly. "Turn the car.. Get me back in the plane."

"Mr. Beech, you hav-"

"Call your supervisor, he should make contact with mine..", Bond focused on the driver, becoming more anxious.

"Razvernut' mashinu", he ordered firmly and by the tone of his voice, the driver actually stopped and hesitated. He looked for eye contact with Serjew, who took a deep breath and nodded eventually.

"Very well.." Serjew reached for his phone and quick dialed a number.

"mne nuzhen samolet obratno."

"Thank you.", Bond added as he heared Serjew's order to get the plane back. "I can assure you, my company will pay any additional costs."

"We make sure, they will.", Serjew muttered annoyed. "Why you are thinking that Yuri is your man?" "

" Because he is not in Russia.", Bond answered and looked again out of the window. "Where someone had sent me to."

Bond drummed nervously with his fingers aside the car window, relieved to see the plane rolling in place.

"I'm sorry.. Boris..", Bond muttered. "I have to enjoy your hospitality another time."

Without waiting for an answer, Bond got out of the car and rushed up inside the plane again. He was at his own phone, asking for a secure line to speak with M, while the stewardess made a fuss about his safety belt.

"Sir? It's Yuri S. the candy man. - - - yes, the one. I need to get to the Seychelles. My contact will reach yo-"

Bond listens a moment.

"That is probably a good idea. Better than the FBI."

He disconnected his phone and sank back in his seat, his imagination running wild. Safin wanted him in Russia. A false track for sure. While the plane started, eventually losing gravity enough to jump in the sky, Bond imagined what he would find in Yuri's house. Nothing nice for sure. Annoyed about his own sentiment to trust his frenemies he thought:' Safin, what kind of game you're playing now?'

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