2012x Crime stories
A Putin Crime Story - Jonas, Jeppe, Gustav og Aslak
”3 2 1: here I come”. Natasha hid under the table in the living room, hiding from Ivan, who just had finished counting. Ivan went through the kitchen, the hall, the living room, but didn’t find Natasha. Finally he went into granddad Vladimir’s bedroom and sought under the bed, where he found an old suitcase. It had an old rusty lock, and looked very mysterious. Ivan immediately forgot about the game, and instead began looking for the key to the lock. After a while Natasha got tired of waiting, and went looking for what happened to Ivan. She found him lying on the floor looking under the bed. He looked up when she entered the room, and asked her to help him look for the key. They searched almost an hour. Suddenly the dog, Igor, came into the room. Suddenly they both noticed a thing they never noticed before. The dog was wearing a collar with a key attached. They took the key and tried it in the lock. Luckily it fit perfect in the lock. They opened the suitcase with shaky hands, and found a dozen old documents, 8 passports, a stack of American dollars, an old gun and an old book. They took the book up, and started reading:
Combat Log, entry: 178, Kill Count on Mission: 0 12-05-1985
I have just landed in the country of feral capitalism, America. My mission: To avenge the assassination of the soviet agent, K32. The plan for accomplishing my mission involves murdering key personnel in the US military. If the mission is accomplished with satisfaction I will achieve promotion. I will now leave the plane.
Combat Log, entry: 179, Kill Count on Mission: 32
I have just lost my pursuers. It was smart to arrange this safe-house. It has probably saved the mission. The assassination of the second target had unseen complications. After having disposed of the initial security and having arrived at the targets location I was discovered. I don’t know how I was discovered. My plan and execution had been perfect. Maybe it had just been dumb luck that helped the Americans. The target was almost reached when 4 armored military transport vans arrived at the complex, and the target was escorted out in one of the vans. When the first van started driving I sprang into action. Running along cover I reached the last van. In the following seconds my many years of training showed its worth. When I reached the van I slid along the ground and got myself unseen under the van. As I held on to it, it began driving. I could hear from under the van that the people in the van thought I was just some silly and untrained man without any experience. That’s an excellent example of how the capitalism is making people dumb and lazy. After a little while I began, slowly, to crawl up from up under the van. I could hear the ignorant Americans talking inside, and they weren’t even on guard. They made it almost too easy. I crawled to a door without a sound, and I could even look into the van through a window without being seen. I rapidly shot the three people inside, and then I progressed to the driver’s seat. There I killed the driver with my bare hands, no need to waste more bullets than necessary. When I had full control over the vehicle, I began following the two other vans. I could still remember which one of the vans the target was in, so I needed to eliminate the other one first. The people in the two other vans had very likely heard my shots, so they properly knew something wasn’t right. They started driving faster, but my driving skills were far more superior than theirs, so slowly I caught up on them. I pulled out my gun. The van, without the target, drove over a rise on the road, which caused the van to, only for a short moment, point its underneath towards me. That short moment was all I needed. I fired my gun, and the first bullet went directly into the fuel tank. The van exploded almost immediately, leaving everybody inside killed. One van down, one to go. Now I only needed to hunt down the target. I drove up to the van, and I jumped from my car to theirs. I jumped into the van, and before the American soldiers could pull out their guns, I had killed them all.
Ivan and Natasha were astonished. They couldn’t believe what they just had read. They turned to the last pages of the book, and continued reading:
Combat log, entry: 245, kill count on mission: due to chaotic events, the most precise number is over 60
During my last mission I was almost shot. Luckily I have nothing more to do in this country, so I’m heading for the place where I will be picked up by a Russian helicopter. Though the police in USA are lazy and poorly educated, they soon have enough clues to track me down, and even I will have a hard time trying to evade the whole American police force. But I better get home to mother Russia, and get my promotion. My new safe-place, the one in the hollow tree, I described in one of the previous chapters, is not safe enough. Sometimes I can hear a police car driving close past my spot. Tomorrow I will aim for the pickup spot. Thank god I’m soon done in this capitalistic country.
Combat log, entry: 246, kill count on mission: due to chaotic events, the most precise number is over 65
I’m now almost home. The helicopter picked me up with almost no complications. I wrote almost no complications, because some police men discovered us, when we were about to take off. It ended up with us killing about five men. But, as I wrote before, I got safely through. Now I can’t wait to be promoted, because my mission is clearly a success.
Combat Log, entry: 178, Kill Count on Mission: 0 12-05-1985
I have just landed in the country of feral capitalism, America. My mission: To avenge the assassination of the soviet agent, K32. The plan for accomplishing my mission involves murdering key personnel in the US military. If the mission is accomplished with satisfaction I will achieve promotion. I will now leave the plane.
Combat Log, entry: 179, Kill Count on Mission: 32
I have just lost my pursuers. It was smart to arrange this safe-house. It has probably saved the mission. The assassination of the second target had unseen complications. After having disposed of the initial security and having arrived at the targets location I was discovered. I don’t know how I was discovered. My plan and execution had been perfect. Maybe it had just been dumb luck that helped the Americans. The target was almost reached when 4 armored military transport vans arrived at the complex, and the target was escorted out in one of the vans. When the first van started driving I sprang into action. Running along cover I reached the last van. In the following seconds my many years of training showed its worth. When I reached the van I slid along the ground and got myself unseen under the van. As I held on to it, it began driving. I could hear from under the van that the people in the van thought I was just some silly and untrained man without any experience. That’s an excellent example of how the capitalism is making people dumb and lazy. After a little while I began, slowly, to crawl up from up under the van. I could hear the ignorant Americans talking inside, and they weren’t even on guard. They made it almost too easy. I crawled to a door without a sound, and I could even look into the van through a window without being seen. I rapidly shot the three people inside, and then I progressed to the driver’s seat. There I killed the driver with my bare hands, no need to waste more bullets than necessary. When I had full control over the vehicle, I began following the two other vans. I could still remember which one of the vans the target was in, so I needed to eliminate the other one first. The people in the two other vans had very likely heard my shots, so they properly knew something wasn’t right. They started driving faster, but my driving skills were far more superior than theirs, so slowly I caught up on them. I pulled out my gun. The van, without the target, drove over a rise on the road, which caused the van to, only for a short moment, point its underneath towards me. That short moment was all I needed. I fired my gun, and the first bullet went directly into the fuel tank. The van exploded almost immediately, leaving everybody inside killed. One van down, one to go. Now I only needed to hunt down the target. I drove up to the van, and I jumped from my car to theirs. I jumped into the van, and before the American soldiers could pull out their guns, I had killed them all.
Ivan and Natasha were astonished. They couldn’t believe what they just had read. They turned to the last pages of the book, and continued reading:
Combat log, entry: 245, kill count on mission: due to chaotic events, the most precise number is over 60
During my last mission I was almost shot. Luckily I have nothing more to do in this country, so I’m heading for the place where I will be picked up by a Russian helicopter. Though the police in USA are lazy and poorly educated, they soon have enough clues to track me down, and even I will have a hard time trying to evade the whole American police force. But I better get home to mother Russia, and get my promotion. My new safe-place, the one in the hollow tree, I described in one of the previous chapters, is not safe enough. Sometimes I can hear a police car driving close past my spot. Tomorrow I will aim for the pickup spot. Thank god I’m soon done in this capitalistic country.
Combat log, entry: 246, kill count on mission: due to chaotic events, the most precise number is over 65
I’m now almost home. The helicopter picked me up with almost no complications. I wrote almost no complications, because some police men discovered us, when we were about to take off. It ended up with us killing about five men. But, as I wrote before, I got safely through. Now I can’t wait to be promoted, because my mission is clearly a success.