Joškar delivered Yasha into his arms while she said the prayers in her native language. She held her daughters close to her as she intoned the words, which gradually became a song, her strong voice lifted through the pine boughs, echoing into the thick clouds. Arkadin wondered if the fairies, elves, gods, and demi-gods she had invoked in her stories were somewhere close, watching the ceremony with sorrowful eyes.
At length, Joškar instructed Arkadin on what to say when she placed Yasha onto the funeral pyre. The girls were crying again as they watched their brother‘s little body being consumed by the flames. Joškar said a final prayer, and then they were done. Arkadin had no idea how much time had passed, but Tarkanian and the car were still waiting for them when they broke out of the tree line and returned to civilization.
I made a promise to her,‖ Arkadin said.
―This fucking baby factory?‖ Maslov scoffed. ―You‘re stupider than you look.‖
―You‘re the one who risked two of your men—one of them totally incompetent—to bring me back here.‖
―Yes, you shithead, not you and four civilians who belong to someone else.‖
―You talk about them as if they‘re cattle.‖
―Hey, fuck you, bright boy! Lev Antonin wants them back, and that‘s where they‘re going.‖
―I‘m responsible for her son‘s death.‖
―Did you kill the little fucker?‖ Maslov was fairly shouting now. The muscle had been drifting closer and the tyolkaswere doing their best to look in another direction.
―No.‖
―Then you‘re not responsible for his death. End of fucking story!‖
―I made a promise that she wouldn‘t be sent back to her husband, she‘s dead scared of him. He‘ll beat her half to death.‖
―What the fuck does that mean to me?‖ In his fury, Maslov‘s mineral eyes seemed to shoot sparks. ―I have a business to run.‖
Tarkanian stirred. ―Boss, maybe you should—‖
―What?‖ Maslov turned on Tarkanian. ―Are you gonna tell me what I should do, too, Mischa? Fuck you! I asked you for something simple: Bring this kid back from Nizhny Tagil. And what happens? The kid beats the shit outta Oserov and you come back like a fucking pack mule with a shitload of problems I don‘t need.‖ Having effectively silenced Tarkanian, he turned back to Arkadin. ―As for you, you better get your fucking head screwed on right, bright boy, or I‘ll send you back to the shithole you crawled out of.‖
―They‘re my responsibility,‖ Arkadin said levelly. ―I‘ll take care of them.‖
―Listen to him!‖ Now Maslov was shouting. ―Who died and made you boss?
And whatever gave you the crooked idea that you have a say in anything that happens here?‖ His face was red, almost swollen. ―Mischa, get this motherless fuck out of my sight before I rip him apart with my bare hands!‖
Tarkanian dragged Arkadin out of the Pasha Room and took him over to the long bar on one side of the main room. A stage, lit up like it was New Year‘s Eve, featured a tall nubile tyolkawith very little on, who spread her mile-long legs to a beat-heavy song.
―Let‘s have a drink,‖ Tarkanian said with forced joviality.
―I don‘t want a drink.‖
―It‘s on me.‖ Tarkanian caught the bartender‘s eye. ―Come on, my friend, a drink is just what you need.‖
―Don‘t tell me what I need,‖ Arkadin said, his voice suddenly raised.
The absurd argument carried on from there, escalating enough so that a bouncer was summoned.
―What seems to be the trouble?‖ He might have been addressing both of them but, because he knew Tarkanian by sight, his eyes were firmly fixed on Arkadin.
With a venomous glare, Arkadin reacted. He grabbed the bouncer and slammed his forehead against the edge of the bar with so much force that nearby drinks trembled and the closest ones tipped over. Then he kept slamming it until Tarkanian managed to pull him off.
―I don‘t have a problem,‖ Arkadin said to the stunned and bleeding bouncer. ―But it‘s clear you do.‖
Tarkanian hustled him out into the night before he could do any more damage.
―If you think I‘m ever going to work for that pile of dogshit,‖ Arkadin said, ―you‘re sorely mistaken.‖
Tarkanian held up his hands. ―Okay, okay. Don‘t work for him.‖ He guided Arkadin down the street, away from the club‘s entrance. ―However, I don‘t know how you‘re going to make a living. Moscow is a different—‖
―I‘m not staying in Moscow.‖ Breath, condensing in the chill, was shooting out of Arkadin‘s nostrils like steam. ―I‘m going to take Joškar and the girls and—‖
―And what? Where will you go? You have no money, no prospects, nothing.
How will you feed yourselves, let alone the kids?‖ Tarkanian shook his head.
―Take my advice, forget about those people, they belong to your past, to another life. You‘ve left Nizhny Tagil behind.‖ He peered into Arkadin‘s eyes. ―That‘s what you‘ve wanted all your life, isn‘t it?‖
―I‘m not letting Maslov‘s people take them back. You don‘t know what Lev Antonin‘s like.‖
―Maslov doesn‘t care what Lev Antonin‘s like.‖
―Fuck Maslov!‖
Tarkanian rounded on him. ―You really don‘t get it, do you? Dimitri Maslov and his kind own Moscow lock, stock, and vodka. That means they own Joškar and her girls.‖
―Joškar and the girls aren‘t part of his world.‖
―They are now,‖ Tarkanian said. ―You dragged them into it.‖
―I didn‘t know what I was doing.‖
―Well, that‘s clear enough, but you have to face facts: What‘s done is done.‖
―There must be a way out of this.‖
―Really? Even if you had money—say, if I were stupid enough to give you some—what would it accomplish? Maslov would send his people after you. Worse, considering how you provoked him, he might come after you himself. Trust me when I tell you that‘s not what you want for them.‖
Arkadin felt like pulling his hair out by the roots. ―Don‘t you understand? I don‘t want them going back to that fucker.‖
―Have you considered that it might be the best outcome?‖
―Are you out of your mind?‖
―Look, you yourself said that Joškar told you Lev Antonin promised to protect her and her children. You know what she is, and the girls have her blood. If her secret gets out she‘ll never be able to have a normal life among ethnic Russians. Face it, you can‘t protect them from Maslov, but they‘ll be safe enough back in Nizhny Tagil, where no one is going to say a word against her for fear of her husband. And listen, she‘s smart enough to tell him that she and the kids were abducted to ensure your safe passage.