[pervipete]

He worked his way through the last of the adult women, the children having been put off limits, something which was a relief to him, a group of kids all screaming in Russian at, he looked at the clock on the laptop, fuck, at three in the morning, would be a little too much to put up with, he looked up as Igor brought in the last woman, he caught his breath, it was the walking wet dream, the one who should have been gracing a magazine cover somewhere, not a dusty warehouse somewhere in Wessexshire, he smiled as she stood ahead of him, a beep from his laptop the only reason that he looked away, the beep heralding a message from Sergei, telling him that him fucking her was out of the question but to prepare her to make sure she was ok for everything else, he smiled and typed a reply, he nodded to Ilsa to start the questioning, Ilsa nodding in return.

Ilsa whispered in her ear, getting a nod in reply, a slight defiance in the woman’s eyes as she stood there, legs apart slightly, one hand on her hip, her gaze looked on Carl, taking him in, and it was obvious from what the momentary look of contempt in her eyes, not liking what she saw, he shook his head, sorry love, he thought, this ain’t ER and doctors can’t all look like George fucking Clooney, he looked down at the form in front of him, partly to gather his thoughts, partly to plan what he was going to do and how far he could push his luck, and, even though he would not admit it, partly because her gaze unnerved him more than a little, he nodded as Ilsa, almost reading his mind, took control, rattling off a few questions in Russians to start, “She does not speak English.” Carl just nodded his reply.

“What is your name?”

“Yulia”

“Your age?”

“32”

He looked up surprised, in her thirties? If he had had to guess he would have put it mid-twenties at most.

“Married?”

Yulia just looked and spat out a reply, to which Ilsa must have repeated the question, before turning to the former doctor “I asked her if she is married, she asked what business was it of ours, so I told her” she turned back to Yulia and repeated herself, moving closer until she was looming over the other woman, highlighting the difference in build between them, Yulia looked at her coolly, weighing up her options before shrugging.

“Da”

And so the questions went on, Ilsa would ask, sometimes a couple of times, Yulia would reluctantly answer, until tiredness overtook Ilsa and Carl’s patience and they both became short with the woman.

“Tell her that if she keeps delaying this, we will give up for tonight and she will be left here, alone and without food while we sleep, so the sooner we do this the sooner she will be sorted” her eyes blazed at the tone of Carl’s voice, the anger getting worse as she listened to the translated words, if he was honest with himself, and he very rarely was, his anger stemmed less from tiredness, but more from disconcertedness at her eyes, who he realised were a startling shade of blue, almost unnaturally so, he did wonder if she had some kind of coloured contacts in, though if she did, he would be shocked that she could have them still in, she had spent the last two days and nights travelling across the continent in the back of a forty foot container, he didn’t suppose that there were much in the way of facilities available to clean and insert them, but still the idea lingered, combining with the notion that she was just a little too composed for what was happening, like she was just observing what was going on, he thought for a better term, one popping into his head, disconnected, that was it, he used the instant messenger on the laptop to send his concerns to Sergei, hoping that the view through the rooms webcams was showing the same thing, he did not have long to wait for his reply, reading the words he sighed, looked at his watch and yawned, closed the lid down with a snap and stood up.

“Fuck this for a game of soldiers, it’s late and I am knackered, Ilsa tell this” he paused while looked Yulia up and down, trying to gather a look of disdain on his face “lady that we will examine her later, and that until then she will be quarantined from the others in case she is carrying something contagious.” With that he grabbed his stuff and left, his mood not helped by the inconvenience of having to wake his driver up before he could leave.