Warmongering for fun and profit.
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				Title: <strong>Warmongering for fun and profit.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>21-08-2010, 14:05:43</strong>
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				<br>It was early in the evening when the familiar black Mercedes (http://www.nextautos.com/files/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/cl63_main_2.jpg) stopped at the Novaya Moskva casino. It was one of the better casino's in the city and one of most luxurious ones. Great food, top class entertainment and an atmosphere (http://blog.hotelclub.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/baden-baden-casino-room.jpg) that dwarfs even the great Bellagio on the other side of the world. The clerk at the door knew exactly who's Mercedes it was that had just stopped and he quickly ran a bell inside to let the others know who had arrived. <br><br>The big engine of the Mercedes became silent and it seemed as if the entire casino followed it's lead when the door opened. Sashenka Vladimirova (http://galleries.payserve.com/1/22951/29348/images/8.jpg), the owner of the hotel was a character on her own. Only twenty-nine years old and very beautiful she was not the typical casino owner, wearing a suit, driving limo's and drinking champagne. Today she was wearing thigh high boots (http://justjared.buzznet.com/photo-gallery/794391/hayden-panettiere-thigh-high-boots-04/), a fake Scottish look mini skirt (http://www.scavengeinc.com/images/roma/red-plaid-pleated-mini-skirt.jpg), a grey blouse and a black tie. To finish up her extravagant look, she wore huge sunglasses (http://www.sunglassesitaly.com/blog/images/dg4033B.jpg) and a long black coat (http://eu.inmagine.com/img/inmagineasia/inm072/im072052.jpg). Without saying a word she left the car for the bellboy and got inside her casino. Sashenka, or Sasha as people used to call her in this part of the world, liked everything to be organized and smooth. As soon as she stepped inside, the manager of the hotel, restaurant and casino immediately followed her to her office at which everything was already set up. Computer running, window's open but blinded and her favorite fruitdrink chilled on her desk. <br><br>Smirking at how well everything was organized she hung her coat and sat at her desk and took off her sunglasses.<br><br>"How is the business? Lin Tao, you first," she said and nodded at the hotel manager. After all three managers had done their talking, every aspect of the casino was making a steady profit on itself, Sashenka sent them off and started to do the paperworks for their next trip to Somalia and made sure their 'other' finances were all in order in case something should come by to check out the casino. In the meantime she kept an eye on the clock as the private jet she frequently chartered to fly from their house on Vanuatu to the casino. Normally she would take a commercial flight and stay in Macau longer but this was a quick visit and she had to go back that same day. When everything was in order she closed the laptop computer, took her still cold drink and looked through the window down into the casino. The differences in the world could not be greater. Now she was in one of the most wealthy regions of the earth and in a day or so (she didn't exactly knew the dates and was expecting a phonecall from her counterpart soon with more details) she would be in one of the poorest regions in the world. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warmongering for fun and profit.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ramster</strong> on <strong>23-08-2010, 01:33:24</strong>
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				"<em>Perhot podzalupnaya*</em>," Yevgeni Kuznetsov (http://www.theage.com.au/ffximage/2007/10/26/2_EP_071019100833923_wideweb__300x417.jpg) growled under his breath. The Somalian pirate warlords were always so impatient, and more often than not couldn't recognize a good deal if he threw in a bottle of Kremlyovskaya with each crate of RPG-7 shells. Still, Somalian piracy was a massive and growing market, and he looked forward to making a trip there with Sashenka and returning with the best part of an Antonov-load of cash. With a sigh, he deleted the impatient and demanding text message from Mad Captain Abshir and continued overseeing the loading of Kuznetsov Kargo's flagship aircraft, a former Belorussian Air Force AN-22 freighter, nicknamed Kuznetsov's Cock.<br><br>Once the plane was fully loaded, Kuznetsov strapped himself into one of the few luxury leather seats at the front and made a quick phone call before signalling to the pilots to take off. "Sashenka, we've got the Kazakh X-Boxes on board. I'll see you this evening for Kremly and Beluga in the Hyatt at Baku. Got to get moving, <em>dosvidanya</em>!," he informed her tersely before snapping his phone shut and gesturing to the pilots to take off. The 'Kazakh X-Boxes were white plastic, X-Box shaped cases Kuznetsov had manufactured on the former shore of the Aral Sea, in a former cannery where he could have almost anything he liked manufactured without interference from customs or local authorities. The plastic cases could fit 3 RPG shells or two kilos of rifle ammunition, sourced from corrupt officers in the armies of almost the entire Commonwealth of Independent Nations. The Antonov's current cargo was enough to rearm Eyl's entire pirate fleet, and hopefully the glut of weaponry they were supplying would spark a new and profitable conflict.<br><br>A number of security guards armed with concealed Tokarev pistols surrounded and guarded the huge turboprop after it landed at Baku and refueled in the cargo stopover area. With a small bribe to ensure efficiency and co-operation, Yevgeni convinced the airport authorities that he had a shipment of video gaming equipment bound for Nairobi. Once that was settled, he checked in at the outstanding Baku city centre hotel, and waited for Sashenka in the lobby at 9 pm as they'd agreed.<br><br>_______________________________________________<br>*Exotic Russian curse. Literally, "pisshole dandruff"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warmongering for fun and profit.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>24-08-2010, 16:40:15</strong>
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				The evening was about to begin and the first guests arrived in the restaurant for their fine cuisine. Many times had she tried to convince Alex Snell into coming to Macau and set up a kitchen to his liking but his newest project, one that Sashenka and Yevgeni frequently visit, took up all of his time. Her phone beeped and when she opened it and read the message, she couldn't help but smile. <em>The Hyatt. Could be worse.</em> Slowly she turned around, downed the last bit of her fruit drink and packed her stuff. The moment she opened the door, an Asian clerk ran down the stairs as if his life depended on it to warn the bell boy to get her luggage and the Mercedes.<br><br>"I'll be back somewhere next week," she said to her collegues and closed her coat before going out. On her way to her penthouse in Macau she thought about what to bring with her this trip and the moment she got home, she packed her bag with clothes, somethings to read and some other goodies Yevgeni would highly support. After another quick drink and a candybar, she quickly drove off to the airport, parked the car in the private parking area and quickly boarded the chartered plane. After giving the pilots the instructions, she sat back in a chair, buckled up and made herself comfortable and tried to get some shut-eye for the counterclockwise flight. After a couple of hours flying the plane landed on Azerbaijan's biggest airport. A quick glance at her clock told her she had thirty minutes to be in time, something she wouldn't make and quickly send out a text message to her partner letting him know she was a little later.<br><br>She got through customs rapidly and got the first taxi she could find. Fifteen minutes past 9 she walked into the Hyatt and gave off her coat and luggage to a clerk. Fully aware of all the people looking at her extravagant clothing she walked straight up to Yevgeni and kissed him on the lips.<br><br><strong>"Dobre vecer mishka* Missed me much?"</strong><br><br>Smiling at the people around them watching she sat down and crossed her legs.<br><br><sub>*Good evening teddybear</sub>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warmongering for fun and profit.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ramster</strong> on <strong>26-09-2010, 18:58:59</strong>
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				Yevgeni greeted Sashenka with a smirk, eying and approving of her striking choice of outfit. He gave her a discreet little grope on the arse as he kissed her back, and gestured to the armchair across the little glass table from him. Beckoning to a waitress, he ordered a bottle of Kremlyovskaya, some blini and a small bowl of beluga caviar, which arrived surprisingly quickly.<br><br><strong>"Why don't they ever start civil wars somewhere where they don't play sports with dead animals, or at least somewhere with good hotels? God, I hate Somalia,"</strong> Kuznetsov grumbled, feeding Sasha a spoonful of caviar, poured two healthy glasses of vodka, and speared a blini on his fork. He eyed it murderously before devouring it and knocking back the icy alcohol. His palate cleansed, he shoveled a generous scoop of glistening endangered species spawn onto his tongue and savoured it. <strong>"Better than <em>injera</em> and dry goat meat,"</strong> he sighed happily, grinning at his seductive business associate and casually stroking his hand up her thigh.<br><br><strong>"How's our casino? I'm looking forward to the big Whore Waterslide 2010 event,"</strong> he chuckled. <strong>"Just fishing the wallets out of the pool at the end of the night recoups the cost."</strong> Playfully, he ran the soft leather of the top of his shoe up her calf and whispered in her ear. <strong>"I don't know about you, but I don't think I'd be able to stand a romantic walk past the sights of Baku by night. I'm going to make full use of this hotel's facilities instead. Fancy a quick swim after dinner? You know me, I like to live dangerously."</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warmongering for fun and profit.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>04-10-2010, 18:22:31</strong>
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				Having money was good. Knowing what to spend it on was even better. Although they earned more money than they could ever spend, they lived in luxury and wealth and because of their age, a lot of people envied them. Sashenka could just tell from the looks in people's eyes that a lot of the customars in this restaurant envied them. Or hated them. <br><br><strong>"New Moscow has been nominated for the Best Casino in Asia 2010 award. I guess it's doing alright,"</strong> she smirked and downed the alcohol in one go. She closed her eyes as the liquid burned her throat and grimaced when it reached her guts. What would she ever do without the Kremly's?<br><br><strong>"I hate Africa for more than just the dead goat sports and their lack of decent hotels Yev, yet you drag me into coming along every time."</strong><br><br>She liked teasing him like that. Not that she did mind coming, although generally the moment they landed their old plane in the heat she longed for the Russian winter. The caviar here in the hotel was good and she ordered another bowl of it and a bottle of wodka and then leaned forward over the table, intentionally dropping a fork. The piece of silver fell on the stone floor with a rattling noise that had the entire restaurant looking at them. When she was sure everybody was watching, she kissed Yevgeni. By leaning forward, she was giving the restaurant a nice amount of skin to look at.<br><br><strong>"Baku is quite nice this time of the year Yev, but it doesn't beat a swim at all."</strong><br><br>Sashenka motioned for the waiter to deliver the caviar and the wodka to their suite and took a bit of food from Yevgeni's plate.<br><br><strong>"And a hot nice bubblebath after that before we get airborne."</strong>
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