A bouquet Of Roses

It was quite freezing in the morning, Igor wore his warmest clothes he could muster from the black-market. a dark double-breasted suit with an extra coat, a turtleneck sweater which was smuggled in from abroad with the help of friends, high soled boots and black gloves. Igor was beginning to think he looked like a mafia leader than the politician and businessman he was trying to portray but, who cares? It was too cold today! As the carriage stuttered and stumbled forward to stop, he gathered his briefcase and went upstairs meant only for the oldest aristocracy and the undying politicians with scraggly beards that extends from their chins towards their chests.

For the past seventy-two years the grand old Berevir party ruled the Bolshevik republic. Other parties were barred from participating and only theirs remained mutually standing. The discussions were always the same and the lack of new blood made it impossible to suggest any new ideas that can be incorporated for the nation. The questions remained the same and the discussion was more of a dwindling affair of a talking shop with no benefits from all sides.

"What's next for the great Brevir Union?" and Abrasha the old hoot rambles about policies after policies which almost never ends! They talked…. which led to nothing! Why should they when they have all the riches and power they could ever afford and had enough land to rule? The people would still elect them regardless of the situation at hand!

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"And .... So, gentlemen I conclude my point by saying that we must reform the basic structure of the Berevir system…!" Abrasha concluded standing up from his seat. Igor felt relieved, FINALLY! The meeting was over! He was arranging his seat back into its proper position and was organizing his briefcase when he felt a tap on his shoulder.

"So how'dya like my speech? Awesome right?"

Igor: .........….

 'if it was not always repeated at least a million times during each meeting then I might have believed you' he thought.

The guy did not understand his silence at all and just continued saying; "So your stunned I see! I know my reform works will change the nation! just you wait and see the great Berevir union will rise and shine again!"

He grinned wider with each word he spoke, eyes shining brightly like sun disks.

Igor didn't reply as he knows one thing.... He kind of dozed off during the entire session, with his EYES OPEN! And if he admits that he didn't hear anything Abrasha will never let him go until he heard everything from scratch!

He groaned internally, he preferred peace not an endless cacophony of chatter from the other party. He didn't want to change anything and would rather let his life flow the way it was before, except his nagging and belittling wife of course, she is still a fucking nuisance! if he needs to find some peace and stability in his life he really needs to find a housekeeper before his head explodes and do something drastic which is something along the lines of beating his wife to death!

"When can I have some damn peace of mind?" He internally chuckled ruefully knowing full well he aint gonna get any for the time being.

Abrasha soon left and the world became quiet again. He exhaled and a puff of cold air drifted out of his mouth.

When he was searching for his carriage however he carelessly bumped into something solid. It was good that he didn't trip and faceplant towards the ground in front of him. it would have tainted his already problematic situation. He brushed the lapels of his coat and straightened it, expelling any creases that formed during the mishaps. After regaining his demeanor of a gracious gentlemen, he checked again. His eyes darted around until it focused on a shivering bundle huddled close to the wall. The figure appeared to be a man who wore nothing else except for the thin robes which was tattered and pants that was slightly small for his size. His fingers and toes were black and blue due to the cold and something inside Igor shifted whether it was sympathy, or anything else he doesn't know. By then the carriage arrived. The valet stepped out and offered his greetings. His master didn't bother with the greetings and ordered him to bring in an extra coat.

The valet left silently and returned carrying the coat which was in pristine condition. New coat in hand he Wrapped it around the huddled figure, leads him towards his carriage and lets him inside without uttering a single word.

The young man looked at him, his soft terrified eyes scanned Igor as if he was going to murder him the minute he looked away. For the first time that day Igor saw the vagabonds face. It was dirty and ragged with a messy beard, his eyes were big and wide like an adorable puppy and was very blue. If he gets a clean shave and a good bath Igor could conclude that this person can be quite a handsome man! No, prettier than the girls in the village it seems. After they reached their destination Igor motioned his valet silently to take care of their new guest and the person was ushered out of the well- furnished carriage into the spacious and well- maintained manor.

"Do not worry my master was always like this from the beginning he spares very few words towards his servants" the valet reassured him as he was cleaning the young man hair while he washed his body with expensive soap.

"Kind sir I don't want to seem rude but I didn't get a name" He asked with a soft smile

Ah.... ha-ha! where…. Are….my manners! I was quite busy with all…. of this YK! My name is Verisha, the only sole servant and companion of my lord, and what might be yours?" The valet asked him politely with a gentle smile on his face.

"Benedikt ...." He muttered under his breath then cleared his throat and repeated it again with confidence

"My name is Benedikt"