Her phone started to ring again. She had no idea what they were trying to tell her, and it wasn’t because of the phone it was because they didn’t seem to speak Russian. The phone stopped.
“English?” She asked not expecting much. The guy closest to her frowned at her. She was guessing he was the one that had pushed her in the car. Her phone started ringing again. It rang and rang and rang. She took it out of her pocket, “Mama” she pointed at the phone and handed it to the guy next to her. Let him deal with her mother. She was trying to figure out who they were and what they wanted, she didn’t have time to talk to her mother.
“He maybe got four words out before Nadine could hear her mother yelling at him over the phone and from what she could tell, her mother wasn’t yelling in English or Russian either. The guy handed the phone into the front seat where another guy took it. They had no idea what they had just done. The concept of the Russian bear was based on Russian matriarchs regardless of the crap they tried to feed you about it being Russian men and never one in Russia knew it. The guy tried to talk to Melina and the yelling got louder. Nadine stared at her hands and kinda slunk down in the seat. Even kidnapped, having your mother yell at your kidnappers, especially her mother was embarrassing. Growing up, Nadine had wondered why her friends were embarrassed by their mothers. None of them were like her mom. Her mom could go from polite to CIA interrogator in seconds, possibly KGB interrogator, depending on what she needed. Her mom would break fingers, pull out fingernails, and set people on fire for things like a boy trying to kiss her outside Dedka Leon’s church. Melina had nearly pulled the boy’s ear off and then she wondered why Nadine hadn’t really been the sort to date as a teen. Everyone had been terrified of her mother, even in Russian circles.
“Here,” the guy up front handed Nadine the phone. His face was the color of a beet. Nadine was sure he was about to have a stroke or a heart attack or both.
“Mom,” Nadine said gently, trying not to get yelled out.
“Chechens? I let you out of my sight for a few days and you get kidnapped by Chechens. Thankfully, they want a ransom. They think you are an American tourist, just go with it and I’ll work on something with Zeke, Vasilli and Nikolai.”
“Ok,” I answered. I didn’t know why my mother sounded happy about a ransom demand. I was going to have to pay off the mob, I didn’t know if I had enough in savings to pay for my freedom and Tatyana’s. Of course, now my mother was involved so anything was possible. This was the way I expected my life to go. It didn’t matter that I couldn’t understand a word the guys in the car were talking. It only mattered that they had now pissed off my mom. Moscow was liable to suffer from a nuclear holocaust if they didn’t give me back, because I was sure my mom knew where a lot of Soviet secrets were. I was also going to have words with Zeke and Vasilli when I saw them. How did they let me get kidnapped from the side? It seemed like a failing on their part. All I could really say for the situation was it was a good thing my mom was not in Russia at that moment and it was a good thing I hadn’t brought Aislinn Cain so that they could kidnap her instead of me. I wasn’t sure if killing Chechen kidnappers would lead to an international incident or not, but with Aislinn, it was more than possible.
I had read something about this though and recently. Chechens were kidnapping people from other countries instead of Russians because Russia wouldn’t pay to get Russians back and most countries wouldn’t pay to get their citizens back, but Russia would pay to get tourists back. I felt kind of bad for these guys. Since I still had my cell phone, I was guessing this was the first time they had tried this scheme and aside from being yelled at by my mother, it was theoretically going well for them. Unfortunately for them, this was going to be their first and last kidnapping of an American tourist because I didn’t think my husband would be all that nice about my being kidnapped in the first place and I was positive that my Russian family was going to have a lot to say about it. They would have been better off running a flea circus or something. However, I probably had a few hours to kill in their company and I couldn’t understand them, and they didn’t seem to understand me very well, so it could be very entertaining and frustrating at the same time.
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