THE EUROPA CONUNDRUM

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Yes ES....Just added a few more back stories, a little more spice
I have a question....you being a collector.
Every day I am looking for a clip I came across...I never tried to save it or could not....it was on a site in Google (probably closed down) some guy was into the same thing uniform stealing..
There was a wonderful Japanese old movie...early or mid 70s, maybe that Ken Takamura, a detective type male in a cream colored trench coat, suit...as they did then
He is walking down a corridor checking in doors....probably a hospital....after one or two he opens to find a Japanese young woman struggling in bed...distressed....wonderfully cleave gagged, with loose long black hair...probably a nurse....no back story....he just closes the door...she slumps,....great scene and still looking...its out there somewhere
Best regards

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Svitlana Balanchuk felt good, very good……powerful…radiant and in control
When she exited the elevator she strode past reception…..staffed by young beautiful girls of course….so long suckers she thought….never again would she be doing that kind of work….next time she saw girls like that….she would be the boss
She strode out of the glass revolving doors of the headquarters tower…past the two guys doing security, they eyed up her ass as stormed by…she was on top again

Her stride was long, after all she had been blessed with long legs…..her high heeled felt boots were hammering the tarmac…..her hips swaying……knee length boots, off black hosiery…..her tight black skirt…..panties just visible underneath……skirt pulling tight with each stride….over her shoulder was her Prada…..she flicked her hair from her eyes
Underneath that tight white cashmere sweater she had chosen to wear was a sturdy and supportive bra…..but her pace was that energetic that the undergarment failed in its efforts to keep her large breasts from bouncing up and down

The weather looked like shit……but the world was shining on her that day
With her place on the flight confirmed and secured….she could almost taste that two million in Yankee green backs….it was that important

Her Mercedes came into view…..she kept walking as looked into her shoulder bag…looking for the electronic key that was probably hidden deep inside…it always was….fucking thing
She kept walking….searching inside….her dirty blonde head down

At last she found it…..aimed at the car and pressed the fob….the car made loud beep….the indicators or blinkers…flashed yellow once

She saw her reflection in the car drivers window…….she puckered her lips….and then she blew a kiss to herself
Then she noticed…someone was behind her

She panicked for moment thinking that she was going to be mugged…all that thinking about money….no more having that fat bastard Boris mounting her like a pig…..a new life…..and now she was going to be stabbed and robbed……she spun on her heels quickly…..turning to face her attacker

She saw who it was and blew out a sigh of relief as recognized who it was
‘Fuck…..sneaking up on people’
She relaxed……it was that fucking girl….Oksana something

The girl just stood there…close….in that fancy pant suit…..looking young and pretty….like butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth
‘What the fuck do you want’ hissed Svitlana

The girl said nothing…her face blank….red lips pinched shut
Her dark eyes rather blank

‘What you fucking dumb as well…..you fucking frea…………….’ She never finished the sentence

If Svitlana had looked down she may have seen the square box like tool that was in the girl’s right hand
Without warning the girl stuck the device into Svitlana’s midriff….there was a loud crack and a fizzing sound….the air smelled ionized…..the smell of burning

Svitlana could not scream…she just convulsed…went into spasm…she was shaking, trembling and dribbling onto her chin….her eyes rolled white as 50.000 volts shot through her body

She began to fall forward….her nylon sheathed knees beginning to buckle

The agent was strong…..a lot stronger than she looked….as the woman fell forward she ducked…caught the body over her shoulder and lifted her up……with her other hand she opened the roadster’s long door…..she ran her hand along a nylon sheathed leg and patted the plump ass under the tight skirt

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THREE DAYS LATER

Anna was in the office at her desk……going through her morning paperwork
She was relaxed today….just finishing a strong black coffee….in a nice white bone china cup and saucer…she tapped a silver spoon against the china…she liked the tinkling sound it made
She wore her auburn long today, long and fine…it curled on the edges complete with a neat centre parting
She was good looking at 40 years old….she made liberal use of makeup….just a little lipstick
She didn’t need much
And she looked trim and smart in her long floral print dress………she had a good bust and a slender waist…nice legs too
No one could understand why she was still single
And no…Max had never made a pass at her…….she would never have tolerated it

Talking of Max…he just walked in
‘Morning Anna…Coffee great…..I would love one….no sugar…….a little cream please’
‘Okay Maxim’ she replied, well used to the morning regime

He went into his office and sat behind his desk….slumping into the big leather office chair
He had trouble again today….phone calls from Boris at all hours…the SBU after him
He wished he could retire…disappear in the normal way…..not the dead way….but he was riding the tiger and could never get off
Anna came with his coffee

‘You look stressed again Max….your heart is going to give one day….and this coffee will not help’ she was genuinely concerned
‘It’s only the start of the day’ she added
‘Anna…it’s that damn flight LIV244….leaving day after tomorrow’

‘What of it’ she enquired….although she remembered the ugly scene in the office with that nasty Balanchuk women and that nice young girl three days ago…..or was it four…..every day seemed the same lately…one crisis after another

‘Yes…that vicious cow belonging to Boris…..Svitlana has done a bunk…she made a big fucking scene…Sorry’ he did not like cursing in front of Anna….she was a nice lady….of the old school….well mannered…well brought up and educated in the correct method
He continued ‘Well….she got Boris to threaten me and my family to place her on that flight and now no one can contact her…..even Boris said she was probably in Paris spending his money…..’ he was rubbing his forehead
‘He didn’t seem to care much…I think he was entertaining another one with all that noise in the background…said she would resurface when her credit card ran out…she’s done it before apparently…and not surprisingly’
‘Selfish swine…..I got the police to trace her car, it was at the airport…..long term parking….after that nothing…..I drew a blank at the check in desks…..she’s probably using an alias the mafia bitch’
‘Sorry’ he said again
Anna, forever patient…she listened…she had already guessed what the problem was and had a solution…she just waited for Maxim to finish his rant

‘State Security are breathing down my neck…they want the final flight crewing list…and now….or else they will get me’
He paused, looking intently at Anna, directly into her hazel eyes ‘there is a special guest on the LIV244 flight….a very special guest indeed……it’s a secret Anna…..for both of us…. keep that to yourself’

‘I understand Max’ she thought it through ‘Give it to that girl that she ran roughshod over’
Max rubbed his chin and was thinking….then he remembered
‘Oh…the nice young lady’ stroking his chin
‘Why not’ said Anna
‘Because that peroxide blonde she devil will hold a grudge’ he countered
‘In your own words Max….Fuck Svitlana’

He coughed ‘Yes Quite’….a little shocked
Then suddenly
‘Yes….I suppose so…State Security were keen on her to begin with…she was already cleared…a clean sheet….no threat’
As if it was his own idea he clicked his fingers ‘Give her a call Anna….tell her she as the assignment and good luck’
Anna smiled ‘Good choice boss’

Anna went back to her desk…slid onto her office chair…..her pink fingernails started tapping on the keys….she checked the display on her monitor…..then clicked a number
She heard her cell phone connect to her Samsung cell phone……then she heard the device trying to connect

She waited until finally the phone picked up
‘Hello’ said a female voice….it sounded as if the other phone was on speaker mode….the reception was hollow sounding

‘Hello, is that Oksana…Bakay’ said Anna…..there were loud noises coming from the phone…background noise
‘Yes…that’s me’
‘It’s Anna from the airline’

‘Oh…Hi….I remember’ the girl sounded upset at that and a little sleepy

‘Yes…sorry about that…awful woman’ said Anna and she meant it
‘Yes…it was not pleasant…how can I help you Madam’ said the girl, bring respectful…Anna liked that and knew she had made the correct choice….she had liked the girl on the first meeting

There was an awful racket….like mewing cats running around

‘Sorry Oksana but there’s an awful racket in the background’ said Anna trying to concentrate
There was a delay at the other end ……..
The line became more clear….the awful racket had stopped

‘Is that better…sorry…I was having a late morning in bed….my sisters kids are over and causing a racket…..they are not even watching the TV yet its deafening the building….but what can you do’ said the girl….and now her voice was clear to understand

‘I suppose so’ said Anna, who never had kids so did not really relate to the girls problem in hand

‘Anyway Oksana…the job on LIV244…….it’s yours…..no change on the timings and details….i believe you have those already ’
‘Oh thank you…thank you very much…..and yes I do’ the girl sounded excited…in fact she sounded elated…like a little girl at Christmas

’No problem….enjoy’ said Anna, smiling and pleased for the girl
‘But what happened to you know who…I thought she wanted it…or else’ enquired the girl

‘I don’t know…..she disappeared…maybe that train we wished for turned up’ Anna giggled
’for once I hope so…I will not let you down…or the airline’ said the girl

‘Do you require anything else Oksana Dear’ asked Anna
‘No Madam….I know my duty and will report on time’ said the girl

‘I know…good girl and good luck…farewell …..Have a great flight….its triple pay on this one’ said Anna
Anna herself had been a flight attendant once….it was called stewardess then…back in the old days
‘Thank you again Madam…….best regards…farewell and good health’ said the girl
‘Bye’ said Anna…..and

CLICK

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CLICK

The agent leaned back on the old bedstead back rail…..two old white pillows behind her back…..the cell phone in her left hand
The bed was an old spring affair….its white enamel paint chipped…..metal framed top to bottom…..not quite a single….not quite a double….the mattress was poor…it made a lot of noise if one was being energetic on it….that had been tested and demonstrated pretty well over the last three days

The peeling walls of the bedroom within the safe house where dilapidated and shabby like the rest of the house….a lone light bulb without a shade hung from a wire at the centre of the rotting ceiling…..
There was the old wooden dresser…….its mirror sat on top…..makeup, brushes and other cosmetic ancillaries festooned its surface……it was a lot like a dressing table an actress would have used….looking out of place was an high voltage taser device next to pot of face cream

Highly disturbing to any outsider who would have entered the bedroom….was that the walls on that side of the room were plastered with photographs of a girl that looked like the agent…..the girl at various angles…in different situations and locations….the girl with friends…..the girl alone….the girl in different clothes….the girl in uniform…the girl in a one piece black swimsuit…...there were close-ups and distance shots…it was all quite thorough and unique….it was a daily photographic record of a life…….but the outsider would be saying ‘for what purpose’……at a guess something sinister and detrimental to that girl in the pictures

There was the old kitchen chair were the agent had sat for hours practicing for her new role…..making her plans
A threadbare rug sat on the old linoleum floor….near the bedroom door, which was closed….it had a broken handle that would stick

Another small table sat below the old wooden framed windows….the window panes were dirty with grime, it was hard to see in and out…..drab thin, faded and brown drapes were closed….they moved gently because of the wind outside…a draught was getting into the room through the rotting frames
However,
An old style 1950s radiator pumped out heat…….the room was really warm
A tall lamp in a corner lit the room…rather gloomy and dark….full of shadows

On the table lay a discarded wig…..dirty blonde in colour, recently purchased from a ladies store called ‘Hair to Wear’…..a flesh coloured wig cap lay near it
So did a Prada leather shoulder bag…….
Next to the table legs sat a pair of felt high heeled knee length boots……

Another kitchen chair was placed near it……..a cream coloured short mackintosh was draped over its long back
On top of that…..a white turtleneck cashmere sweater
On that a black cotton mix skirt……..unzipped at its rear

Draped again….but this time on the seat of the chair….. was a rather large white brassiere….plain and full cupped…..sturdy straps and bands…..it was made for a big girl

Lastly….a pair of fluffy translucent tights lay with the bra….off black in colour……dark toe seams…….darker again where full support around the waist was needed……seams in the gusset
To all outside appearances it would look like a big busted woman had undressed in the room…….
Never stripped ……..

The soft spoken, attractive and conservative Anna had just finished a conversation with someone whom she thought was a nice, beautiful and equally conservative young lady….someone who she thought was a lot like herself in her younger days……
But if Anna had been in that room right now….well
Anna would have been at first flabbergasted…….then shocked….definitely disgusted and then would have produced a very loud scream……

The agent sat up in bed…that was no lie, she had been in bed when the personal assistant had called
She had waiting for the call…..for three long days

The agent was bare-chested…….bra less…….no night shirt or t shirt was worn….no pyjama bottoms or bedroom shorts
She was only wearing a pair of white, seamless panties…..waist high…..no trim or lace…..just a bow in the middle of the waistband……they looked a little loose on her…..maybe not her size

Her naked chest flaunted her good sized, natural breasts…..her brown nipples not that large…….her breasts splayed left and right….they quivered when she moved
Her left hand held the cell phone…..
Her body was arched over slightly as her other hand….her right……pressed down on something
Her lithe and strong naked right leg was stretched over and again applying pressure….keeping something compressed and down

The agent placed the phone on a decrepit side table……….also on the table was a small dark brown bottle full of liquid……a thick white gauze pad sat near the bottle…..the pad gave off a strong ether like odour

The agent looked over….her hair loose and free
She wore no makeup…….no jewellery
She looked at where her expensively manicured red nails on her right hand were squeezing……
A pair of eyes looked up at her……..

Moist eyes…..pleading eyes…..dark eyes, the whites speckled red with fatigue and terror
Eyes smudged with running mascara…….messy and running dark kohl
The small nose…….red, nostrils flared with hard breathing

The agents red nailed hand was clamped over a mouth…….the hand was pushing a head down onto a dirty white pillow below

The face below, with a smothered mouth…… whose head was being forced downwards, hurting the neck…. was struggling to breathe…..
A naked female chest was heaving up and down…..
Groans came from a muffled female mouth…..

The agent released her hand from the mouth…..all the pressure was released
There was a muted groan of relief from the person below……

The agent was looking down……her face directly over the one below her……..close….intimidating and dangerous……her dark eyes were coals of jet black…..
Taking her hand away would make no difference……..no protesting voice could or would responded

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The agent stared at the desperate and frightened face below her……
It was the face of Svitlana Balanchuk……..

A rather distorted face now
Yes……one could recognise the eyes, Svitlana’s nose……the shape of her ears….minus the diamond studs……only tell tale holes remained that they had ever been inserted into her pierced lobes
Her hair, also recognisable…….the dirty blonde style, it was actually really dirty now, it needed a good wash and shampoo……shoulder length with slight curls….when clean and made up her hair looked quite smart and fashionable …..not now…….searching, lust fuelled hands and licking lips had been through that hair so many times over the last few days that it stank of sweat and saliva

It was her mouth and lower face that were hard to place, where one would strain to see the old leering, loud and arrogant Svitlana Balanchuk

A mouth capable of so much vitriol and hate……mockery and lies……a mouth that could also suck a golf ball through a 3 foot hose pipe if it chose too

No more bright red painted full and round lips…..now they were just chapped and tender

The agent stared at the thick white cloth that she had kept the woman gagged with………it aroused her…….a good thick cleave gag…..very tight, and uncomfortable……knotted at the back of her head….her dirty hair over the top…….the agent had liked to run her hands through that hair….no doubt like the woman’s numerous lovers were fond of doing
She looked at those beseeching female eyes….no doubt once more the woman was looking for mercy and pity where there was none……..
The red sweaty face….in pain and discomfort
The agent had kept her gagged and bound for three days

The woman’s moans were heavily subdued ….the cleave was good…..improving on the gag was a pair of the agents panties stuffed deep inside the woman’s mouth…… packed in hard…...the dirtiest pair she had……for an equally dirty mouth

The gagged woman looked pitiful after her ordeal
Gone was the conceited, haughty mob girl……the bully she had been….the bitch who controlled by threats and fear
Picking on those she assumed were weaker…without the same contacts…..without a connection to power
She had chosen the wrong person to pick on that day in the office…….
She did not look so striking or impressive now….without her sanction all her feminine paraphernalia had been removed
Her sword and shield…..the costume that she used to attract, seduce and control…..the tools of her trade
Her clothes and undergarments were her knife and pistol…..her weapons had been removed….she had been disarmed and disrobed….and rendered harmless like the day she was born

The woman’s wrists had been tied above her head to the top of the metal bed frame….secured by a pair of tan coloured tights…..the nylon had been pulled and knotted tight…..the restrained woman had long ago ceased pulling at the bonds that held her in place…..

Her hands were an unhealthy shade of blue, almost gray …...her once red manicured nails looked odd on her fingers….her rings had been removed when she had been unconscious…..her hands were long numb and dead in feeling….there would be damage there afterwards
But in the grand scheme of events totally irrelevant

The agent placed a finger on the gagged woman’s chin…….fear again in those eyes…...a reactive shifting of her head ensued

They had both been on the bed, silent…..the woman dead still….her head to one side, looking up at her keeper and tormentor
The agent, sitting up topless in her stolen panties checking her phone
There had been a squawk…..the silence of the room suddenly and harshly broken
The bound and gagged woman had jumped a mile
The agent had intercepted a call from a listed number to the real Oksana Bakay
It was Anna…and when the bound Svitlana had heard the soft voice of Maxim’s Personal Assistant she had become reanimated…..she had drawn on a hidden reserve
She had bucked in her bonds…..trying to shout for help through a gagged mouth
It was annoying more than anything else and futile….the agent had placed her weight on the woman…..pressed her gagged mouth hard and down
The revolt was over

The finger traced down the neck…….the woman’s neck was covered in love bites…..places were the agent and sucked deeply on the woman’s skin
At certain times….when the woman had reached the point that she was so petrified and docile that she daren’t think of shouting out…..the agent had removed the gag…….and under dire threat made the woman kiss her had she would have a man
Deep and long….tongues searching deep inside moist mouths

The finger slid to the chest bone…….the woman’s skin was moist and pale white…….a light sheen glistened as she perspired in fear……prior to being kidnapped the woman had had a light tan
The terrified woman smelled of sweat….her smooth armpits were rather rank

The nailed finger slid between the woman’s breasts….large moulded breasts……filled with expensive silicone
They fascinated the agent…..even being forced to lay on her back, which was rare for this one…..her large tits remained upright, nipples pointing at the ceiling…..
Once again….for the umpteenth time she lightly slapped the woman’s tits….the woman writhed…..she moaned through the gag, her head twisting left and right….her breasts were sore to touch after being abused for so long …..
Back and fore…..hardly any natural movement
The agent waggled her torso…..her natural unsupported breasts behaved as nature demanded

The finger slid again….over the stomach and navel……the woman had lost weight with the three days of incarceration…not much…… but some…..with no food and only a little water
The agent was wearing the woman’s big panties……they were way too large on her….maybe now they were a little looser on the original wearer…..they had been very tight on the woman when the agent had unceremoniously pulled them off her hips and down….then off her bare legs

Revealing a trim triangle of brown hair between her legs

The woman’s ankles were tied again with a pair of tights, brown in shade, darker this time, cheap……her naked bruised legs were pulled wide…..tied to the corners of the chipped metal frame..…..her feet likewise numb and gray

The finger glided over her lower stomach…..lower still until her finger touched the brown, stringy and fuzzy hair…….the agent twirled her nailed finger in the hair….adding a little pressure and pressing down…..

The woman was making frantic noises through the gag…….arms pulling with what little strength she had left……head trying to rise……eyes wide and pleading…she was trying to twist her hips…….trying to get away from that prodding finger……
The agent looked directly into her eyes….. smiling an evil smile……. and understanding fully why the once pompous ‘Trophy Wife’ was so distressed and trembling ……

‘You’re sore eh’
The gagged woman nodded….grunting
‘Painful to touch’ said the agent softly
Vigorous nodding by the woman….now looking down at her ill-treated body

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The agent looked across at the other bedside table….on the woman’s side
Lying there was a large rubber dildo…..flesh in colour…..it was an exact copy of a male penis…..except three times as large when in erection….it was a big thick dick……and the woman tied up had experienced the huge rubber phallus so many times that she had lost count

‘Fair enough; said the agent
The gagged woman let out a relieved moan….loud…..her head slumped back on her pillow

The agent suddenly jumped up from the bed….the bed bounced up and screeched loudly as it reacted to the loss of weight….the bound woman bounced slightly as she lay there helpless….her breasts did not move at all…..
In her stolen white panties the agent, topless and looking very athletic padded over to the chair that held the woman’s clothing
She reached down and picked up the woman’s large and sturdy white bra…….
The gagged and bound woman was watching her intently from the bed......

The agent was leaving soon…..she would be gone from this house when darkness came…..never to return
Her own clothes were next door, dark pants, leather jacket….her back pack with essentials….her false SBU accreditation…..her wavy black wig….she was ready
She was making the switch first thing in the morning……by tomorrow 09:30, if all went to plan she would be Oksana Bakay……but no plan survives contact

She fingered the bra……she was looking at the woman who had tried to fuck her mission….well….she had fucked her
The white cleave gag was tight on Svitlana as she stared…wondering what was coming next….…..eyes full of fear, moist…..she was tired, exhausted……as she should be

Over the three days the agent had retrieved the information on why this conniving bitch thought she had to be on that flight….she had resisted at first….then lied…….but they all break in the end and she had spilled the whole story……it was good that she kidnapped Svitlana….rather than just kill her with a freak accident……now she knew of the trap that would or could have taken her out….they knew nothing of her……she had the advantage and would use it well….she would strike and they would not see it coming…..her mission secured

She looked at the gagged woman…..she had to go….disappear….she knew who she really was…and that she was not the goody too shoes Oksana Bakay…..I think Svitlana realized that now and how she had made a grave mistake ......but it was too late…..if someone found her wandering the streets she would bleat like a goat to the first person she saw……there was no doubt about that, she had a rubber tongue before her kidnapping…she liked to talk that one

The woman could sense her assailant looking at her….she started wriggling her body a little….getting very nervous…..the psycho was holding her bra like a rope……

The agent did contemplate strangling the woman…..with her bra…or maybe with her own black tights….it would have been quick and over with….a little messy maybe
The caretaker…..their man….would have sanitized the whole house and all the evidence after he came tomorrow at midday, as arranged by control….and he was one of the best in his trade
He would never have asked why ……

But no….not in cold blood….it was not her style…she was an assassin yes…a deep cover operator….but still a soldier of the motherland and when she killed she killed like a soldier…she was not a common murderer
The bitch had deserved what she had received….but not that
She dropped the bra back onto the chair

She padded back towards the bed……the woman moaned in protest

She would call Hassan…he lived in this shithole, it was easy to operate his international business concerns from here..…he had done similar work for her before…...he would do it again for that hefty fee, plus he owed her for his cousin a few years back….a veteran of the Chechen War…..she had got him out of that after he had been captured by a certain vicious tribal chief and warlord….the cousin had survived initial execution on capture because he was not a Christian

She had gone in disguised a Muslim lady doctor…a light skinned Lebanese…a rich lady doctor…..on call for a substantial fee….and with rich clients of a dubious record….the warlord had caught some ailment that needed treatment….she flew in…..the real lady doctor stayed in Beirut…against her will
Disguised…she had cured the warlord by killing him in bed….she had visited the camp…..and to cut a long story short she had got the kid out……it was what she called a 2 in 1 job…………

Hassan would keep the woman out of the way for at least another 72 hours….the agent would be long gone by then….untraceable……an unknown
He would keep her drugged up in one of his parlours…….he had loads of girls like that in his seedy dens….throughout the whole of Europe really…..he and his brothers where once called white slavers…today they were called sex traffickers
Plus he was into a lot more…….a lot more….and the agent knew most of it…..she hated to admit it…but she quite liked him…and he her
If he liked the woman he could keep her…make some money….drugs can keep a mind confused for a long time
If not….in three days just drop her off somewhere isolated……a long way from the city…disorientated and confused…with no identity papers or money

The woman’s Prada bag and its contents were to be destroyed….like her purse, papers and jewellery ……nothing would be left to trace by the authorities, or by Boris…she would do that herself

Hassan also knew Boris …...and hated him with a passion…..drugging up one of his girlfriends and keeping her hostage would be getting his own back on him big time…..but stiff tits was not Hassan’s type…..too cheap looking for him…he could by Svitlana’s type two to a penny…..Hassan liked class….if the agent had brought him a Countess or Baroness, that would be different…..

Before she called Hassan the agent would have to redress the woman…….put her clothes back on her bruised body….it was always harder to redress a female than strip them………

She stood over the naked, gagged and tied woman…who followed the agent with her gaze…..fearful….looking up as the agent stood over her….this psycho young woman…..nearly naked…wearing some of her underclothes….who had hurt her….abused her in the most intimate way…..kept her gagged and tied up…..

Svitlana was afraid again as she watched the nut job shake the contents of a small brown bottle onto a thick white gauze pad……………Svitlana’s nose twitched…….whatever it was the girl was pouring …..it reeked

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Thank Fuck....took ages...

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The image, especially in black and white triggered what I was trying to convey in words
Still working on the story...life getting in the way

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it's one of the best pieces ever presented at our board, I have only a question about the historical moment in wich the tale is set

at first, in the beginning of the novel it was obviously an after 1991 scenario, but right now I am confused

again many thanks for sharing the fruit your talent!

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