Chapter 10

23.09.2016 Friday

Today was a working day for everyone, for me it was my antenna day. I really wanted to give us the TV reception in the Palazzo and hopefully also be able to set up an Internet connection. At first, I climbed with Sula and Babette on the roof of our house to check if the existing technology was sufficient for this, it was quite simple. The antenna cable down to the ground floor was not plugged in. That only lasted a second, and we ran down. The TV showed us crystal clear pictures, perfect reception. Priya started the channel search. As in the guesthouse, there were almost only Spanish channels. Our big TV was a smarter one and could actually connect to the Internet, but we lacked a contract with a provider to get to the Internet. I sent Babette to the guesthouse to get the DVD recorder, the decoding card, and the booklet with the code. For the village women, the Spanish channels were enough, but here in the Palazzo the English programs were supposed to help us learn the language.

Olivia came right along and brought a large basket of clean laundry of the girls to Priya, who also took care of the laundry and the clothes as a whole together with Esther. Olivia and her grandmother had been busy again.

We tried to connect to Internet almost all possibilities on the TV and receiver, but after several attempts we unfortunately had to give it up. The card was only for TV. We could not send signals to the satellite, for example, to call up an Internet address. Too bad, there was no point in installing the new system, especially since there was not even a TV card for it.

That’s why I tried the radio station. When I finally managed to turn it on, and someone called in Spanish in the distance, I just wished a good morning. I first had to think about what I wanted to say and with whom I would exchange information. It wasn’t that easy. Did I even want to be saved? With all that money, I would be a made man. But how should I take it out of the country? The most important thing was, who was speaking on the other side? If you didn’t know to whom you were talking to, you could also deal with dangers. I turned off the radio again. I should probably prepare a radio contact more thoroughly. In addition, I was determined to find out from all the girls and women whether they were planning to leave here if I managed to order a helicopter, or whether they preferred to stay in the valley.

First, I suggested that Olivia and my three helpers to take the large satellite mirror, the receiver and one of the medium-sized televisions to the village. Maybe they could manage to secure the TV reception there. “And please tell Carmen, if I see the TV turned on before 6 o’clock in the evening during the week, I’ll take the stuff away from them again. I don’t care about Sundays.” Olivia nodded affirmatively.

First, Esther ran into me. I went with her to the terrace. She was not sure yet how to communicate in English, but it was worth trying to find a conversation. At first, I learned that she liked it very much here. She didn’t want to go back to Hungary. Her parents weren’t being nice. Other children and adults would have always been angry with her because she looked so like a German. In their small village, people would all be poor. The men were often drunk and constantly beat their wives and children. In any case, she wanted to stay here in the valley. Her English was so beautiful, not completely correct, but clearly to understand.

Then followed something else that I had to smile about inwardly, but I had to stay totally serious, because she was also so serious. “I want to have a child, a child of yours.” I pulled her to me. She was exhausted from the conversation and confession. She trembled slightly in my arms. Then she looked me straight in the eye: “I love you!” My arms held her so tightly that she could not seal her words with a kiss. I told her that I loved her too, that she was very special, but that it was my task here to love all women and girls equally. Otherwise, there would be quarrels and enmities.

“Please, just once. I just want to know how it is with you.” She literally begged me. So, I went with her to the tableau on the side of the stairs. I pointed to their data and to the conditions that I had formulated. She kept begging. I didn’t understand why she was so changed, so demanding. Ramona finally came to my assistance and led the crying girl to her office. Ten minutes later, the little Hungarian woman apologized to me. Nevertheless, at the end of the apology, she said that she simply could not change her behaviour. She loves me more than anything and would also like to have a child. “Perhaps in a year or two, Esther. A child could kill you. I wouldn’t have so many tears to cry for you.” She smiled briefly but was visibly dissatisfied with my words.

Ramona spoke to me and said that something like this often happens with 12- to 14-year-olds. They fell in love with their idol so much that it sometimes ended in suicide, because they did not see a chance to fulfil their love. I nodded in agreement. “But not with Esther. She’s strong.” I replied. - “That’s the way I see it, too.” Ramona told me.

But I wanted to talk to her about our future in the valley and what she would like best. I told about the first radio contact, where I had no idea what to say, because I didn’t know what the others here really wanted. Ramona said clearly that the situation here is the best for everyone at the moment. The villagers and Luisa had never had it so good in their lives as during this time. In any case, Ramona now wants to have a child and then she would wait and see what would happen for us. I confirmed to her that I also think so and that it would never have been so peaceful and pleasant in my life. I would like to continue this life for a year or two. Nevertheless I would try to contact somebody outside, surely, very careful.

Then we discussed how the girls might be thinking. We agreed that most apparently knew what their parents had done to them. That’s why there were actually never any hints of homesickness. Only Lenya was a special case, but it was not certain whether her parents were still alive. If she knew this and would know where they lived, she would surely set off on foot immediately to get to them. So, we came to the decision to leave the radio system switched off for the time being, at least until Christmas. However, we once again talked about the danger from the outside, which Rus had seen. Did we also have to fear that we would be attacked?

My opinion on this was clear. Rus had brought so many valuables and money here. If someone with a criminal mind knew this, he or she would try by all means to get it. I showed Ramona the two $100,000 packages with Luisa and Olivia on them. “How much is that?” my partner asked. “Only $100,000 each,” I smiled at her. She flinched a little in surprise. I took two more packages from the pilot’s suitcase and wrote Carmen and Ramona on them. Ramona was ready to hide her parcel in her rooms, because if a raid took place here, the sanctuary of Rus would be the first object for a complete search. I gladly gave it to her but added with a smile, “This will only remain your property if you grant me a child.” Then I got a fat kiss with the remark that I would have to make an effort again this afternoon and this night. Smiling I agreed with both thumbs.

The three girls I had sent to the village were missing for lunch. Obviously, they had stayed in the village until the TV for the villagers came to work. In the office there were still tons for me to sift through and work on. I was particularly concerned with a compilation of the valuables. The suitcases and papers were packed together, which I wanted to bury. But before that, I wanted to make an overall summary.

After I had taken the many packages and folders with securities, company shareholdings and shares out of the cupboards and put the shrink-wrapped packages out of the pilot’s suitcases, I knew that I could only put this together roughly.

First, I was looking for the shares to be sold in free trade, that is, bearer shares. I would be able to sell them at some point without proof of ownership if we get contact to a bank. The first package was such shares, which, apparently, Rus had to have owned for many years, because they had not yet been transferred to registered shares, as had been sought by many joint-stock companies for years. In another sealed package weighting almost 15 kg, all the shares of the EuroStoxx of 2016 were represented. On the thick pack of stocks lay an overview. As of thirtieth of June last year, the shares were worth about 4.86 million euros. The shares were in 100 or 1000 shares with value coupons for redemption in dividend payments. They were almost all cut off from the previous year, so the profit paid out. If we lived here in the valley for several years without contact, I didn’t even know if the dividend would be paid out later. I knew very little about stocks. A bank statement under the pile showed me that some shares had been deposited with a well-known bank in London. So, Rus had to have had it handed over to him only recently.

A second shrink-wrapped package of stocks was almost all chemical and oil stocks. That’s when things got more complicated. There were bearer shares, which I sorted out for burying, and registered shares, which could only be redeemed once by the heirs of Rus with an official note. On the overview there was an incredible figure of $16.8 million. According to the Excel file I just created, $4.75 million of these were freely tradable bearer shares.

In two folders, it continued with registered shares, that is, with bank confirmations that these shares were deposited with the bank in the name of Aleksey Vladimirovich Boguruskiy. The deposit overviews were a few years old. Whether the shares were still all in the possession of the Rus, I could only guess. Among the Internet stocks with all the leading Internet companies, such as Amazon, Google, Apple, and Microsoft and many others, there was a 10-digit figure: $1,656,832,450 that is, more than a billion. I checked this as a sample of individual documents. It really seemed that the value of 1.6 billion US dollars was right, unfortunately for us at the moment it was completely useless, because the Rus was registered as the owner. Again, this would only be a matter for the heirs. Somehow, I stared reverently at the papers. Those who had so much were among the richest men in the world. In Europe it’s called ‘Milliardär’, in the USA they even said billionaire, was previously a completely irrational term for me. Now there were so many values lying around senselessly on my desk, just madness.

Actually, I didn’t want to smoke and drink in the office, but now I poured myself a glass of 12-year-old Big Peat whiskey and lit a cigarette. I was kind of stunned. What should I do with the valuable stuff here? Now I also understood the defensive weapons of the Rus, especially the surface-to-air missiles, because after the bridge was blown up, only helicopters could actually pose a danger to anybody here.

The next folder continued with company investments. They were all notarised or judicially sealed documents and files, in which company the Rus held which shares since when. Of these, there were three folders. On the last folder there was a computer extract on five pages with all these holdings summarized by country and nominal and real values.

There were 16 participations or investment holdings in Russia, 12 in Ukraine, 3 in Belarus, 2 in Moldova, 7 in Cyprus, 4 in Turkey, 3 in Kazakhstan and another 5 in former Soviet states in Asia. There were gigantic values in the overview, in Russia, for example, 147,456,329,485. These were certainly in roubles. I had no idea what the value of a rouble was. Somehow, I remembered that someone had told me, 1000 roubles were only about ten dollars. But then that would be more than 1 billion dollars or euros according to this summary.

Another folder from the closet was about joint ventures in Asia, especially India and Vietnam. There was only the amount of the deposits. The original deposits ten to twenty years ago totalled exactly $75 million. What they were worth today or whether they had fallen into disrepair was not clear from the documents. Why had Rus not deposited the documents at a lawyer’s office or in bank vaults? Presumably, he was afraid that after the court proceedings his property would be confiscated.

The shareholdings and registered shares were completely worthless to me. Maybe some of it belongs to Olivia’s child. I had no idea whether Rus was married or had children of his own. But such an inheritance process with such a lot of assets would certainly be carried out over many years. Perhaps in my lifetime I could not experience who could benefit from it if the legacy still existed and our isolation was over.

Finally, I packed up what was valuable to me and should not fall into the hands of intruders in the event of a robbery. I left the suitcase with the 4.5 million Euros completely as it was. I packed it in heavy garbage bags and glued everything thoroughly so that no moisture or animals could get into it. I did the same with the $3-million-suitcase. I left 2 million in it, glued the stock packages and taped before my sighting, which could be sold in any bank on presentation, thoroughly and packed them in. Then I put the gold bars, the gold jewellery, the valuable coins, and 9 of the 10 bags of diamonds in a cardboard box. There was hardly any space left in the suitcase, but I still pushed a freshly oiled pistol with some 50 rounds of ammunition into the suitcase in a lockable bag. Despite its stable outer shell, it received a foil coating, which I taped several times. I also wanted to bury the cases with the bank lock codes, bank cards and safe deposit keys first, but they might have been more useful to me before I got the chance to dig out the suitcases again, if at all. I hid these things in a cable shaft in the room with the surveillance system.

Anyone who would ever find the suitcases would be a very rich man or a rich woman. I estimated the total value at least $ 16 million. “Hopefully, that will be me.” I thought, but who knew what was coming to us. Maybe I should tell someone where the valuables were buried, someone I could trust unconditionally, but who would also be physically and mentally strong enough not to reveal the hiding place even under pressure.

Then I summarized the cash that was still available to me or to us in the safe:

$600,000 in $100 bills from the $ suitcase

50,000 Norwegian Kroner – about US$12,000

250,000 UAE-Dyrham - about US$60,000

30,000 Brit. Pound - about $60,000

Just over 80,000 Euro in various denominations

In addition, I left a bag of diamonds, according to the proof of purchase for US $1 million, in the vault.

In four cassettes in the cabinet safe was about US $8,000, about 50,000 Peruvian Sol (about $13,000), almost 10,000 EUR and 60,000 Cayman dollars (about US $72,000 according to the exchange receipt). Two wallets and three wallets of the crashed men contained a few thousand roubles, a little more than 40,000 Ukrainian Hryvnia and various smaller amounts in Cayman dollars and Colombian pesos. All in all, we had cash of more than $ 960,000 at our disposal, if we did not include the three $ 100,000 packages for the expectant mothers. As a silent reserve, I could still look at the dollar package at Ramona, but at the moment we could not even spend a single penny.

It was actually absolute madness, for the first time in my life I had money and valuables in absolute abundance, but it was completely useless. Nobody could buy anything here.

For the next few days, I planned to dig and to concrete in order to secure the most valuable things for me. I was still expecting an imminent attack by helicopter. This uncertainty weighed more heavily on me than I let on. But it was also hard to plan something for defence when you didn’t know what was coming your way. Nevertheless, it was probably clear that at most six people could come in a helicopter and the attack would be carried out from the air.

My thoughts were interrupted by a melancholy chant. When I looked, almost the whole village was singing and dancing in front of our stairs. They wanted to say thank you for my gift, the new TV with satellite reception. So, the three girls had managed to make the connection by means of a mirror. What kind of gorgeous girl did I have here? I was more pleased with the performance of the girls than with the thank-you-ceremony, although this was also very touching. Carmen later explained to me that the women would have been overwhelmed by the gift. Never in their life would anyone have done as much for all of them as I have done in the last few weeks. The possibility of television would now be just the crowning glory.

Carmen was happy about my subsequent intimate love kiss. She was about the fifth week of pregnancy now. She was feeling better, she said with an amorous look. The last two weeks she had had extreme pregnancy symptoms.

Is it really possible to love three or even four women from the heart? I thought by myself. “Yes, you can, if the women did not stress each other.” I had particularly intimate feelings for my fourth wife, Olivia, even though I had never really slept with her before. She was my secret treasure. I felt like a father to her and wanted her physically at the same time, but I also loved Luisa and Carmen.

Ramona had noticed the kiss, but was not angry, but tapped me on the shoulder a little later. “Didn’t you also want to refine my body today?” She pointed to the happy Carmen. And whether I wanted to. In the evening, the ‘finishing’ in our room 13 was perfect. We were both in a good mood, and we showed that to each other.

01.10.2016

On Saturday, the good time with Ramona was over. She also told me in a funny way that she would now only be one of three. I corrected her: “One among fours”. – “Tell me, are you already sleeping with one of the girls,” she asked indignantly. – “No, I have decided to give Olivia some love so that she feels like she belongs to us completely.” Ramona nodded approvingly. “I’m sure that would do her good.” The doctor gave me advice on how to gradually adjust the physicality of pregnancy to the expectant mother, depending on the development of the embryo. The hint then applied to all four, including Ramona’s next months. “Do you think so...?” – “Yes, I’m pregnant. I’ve known it for two days.”

I looked at her questioningly. “After all, I not only studied this, but conducted a lot of studies. In six days, however, we will make after the official test our celebration with the children as with the others.” Delighted, I gave her the extremely satisfied kiss of an expectant father.

Gradually, I wanted to take care of concreting work, in order to finally safely stow the valuables. Tons of screed, cement, lime, gravel, and sand remained from the construction work. For a test, I wanted to mount the climbing frame with the two swings, so that the children could find additional joy in their leisure time. In addition, it could later be used for the new inhabitants of the valley that means, for my children. Sula and Babette brought the individual parts to the assembly site by means of a trailer. Based on the assembly instructions, I dug the corresponding three foundation pits. Soon the girls were back and helped me to mix the five bags of cement in two large vats. Babette shovelled some gravel rock from the rocky slope into the pits. Then I poured in the too runny mortar. While the mortar was setting, we mounted the scaffolding so that the ground anchorages could accommodate the scaffolding without any problems. We put the sleeves on the poles and set up the entire scaffolding. The mortar was slightly bagged because the substrate had absorbed too much water. Sula and Babette picked up some larger stones from the slope and pressed them into the mortar with a shovel. Then they both held the scaffolding while I aligned each pole vertically with spirit level and plumb line. Compacted with a few smaller stones, the red-yellow Children’s climbing frame stood upright like a one and shone in the sun. We were proud of our work. Of course, I praised my assistants and pulled their sweaty bodies to me. The two girls always enjoyed my physical closeness very much. When their heads pressed sideways to my chest, I sometimes wondered if they saw in me their father, their big brother, or their future lover. In any case, for me it was mostly a beguilingly beautiful feeling.

We cleaned the equipment with a water hose and put it on the wall of the hut, in which I wanted to concrete the valuables. Soon everything was ready for my work tomorrow when the children would be at school. Behind the barrack stood a bench, which was built by the workers themselves. We sat down and I wanted to burn a cigarette. Sula took them away from me in a flash. “Smoking kills.” she laughed at me, put down the cigarette, hugged me completely stormy and tried hard for a kiss. I resisted somewhat theatrically today, praised both girls for the very good work and Sula’s tongue was with me. After a few seconds, I pushed her away, stroked her hair, and let Babette approach me for a moment. She knew how to express her desire in a love kiss, but I did stop immediately. Nevertheless, Sula looked at us enviously. When I told her that they had practiced well together, Babette almost lost her speech. She blushed as much as I had ever seen a girl before. Struggling for words she wanted to know how I knew that. I pointed at Sula, and Babette pushed her together.

Laughing, I pulled up both of them and said that Sula had accidentally sent the video from her tablet to the server. Now the Kenyan girl was angry with herself and with me. But I was not allowed to hurt the feelings of my daily companions. “You are both my treasures,” I said, giving everyone a quick kiss on the lips. “I have the problem that I have four women, all of whom I like very much. Then I have eleven girls, all dear and kind of heart. And then I have you both, your friendship means a lot to me. But you have to learn that each of you can only be one of seventeen.” I tried to make it clear to them that I think it would be good if they discovered love together. With a smile I left them alone. They should discuss it and, if they wanted, they should practice something.

In the meantime, I unlocked the house and examined my previous excavation work. The hole was not big enough for both suitcases. Because of the rocks, I had to undermine the front wall of the house. So that the girls wouldn’t notice, I pushed a stick into the hard-packed floor at various points. Behind the hut the girls grew louder. I peeked through a crevice. Now they kissed very intensely and caressed each other. Nice, I just thought it was nice.

I had marked my spot for tomorrow’s digging. I locked the door again. With a huff I announced my approach. Babette tried convulsively to pull down her T-shirt, but Sula just wanted to continue with her kisses, perhaps to provoke me. Babette pushed her away forcefully and arranged her clothes.

On the way back, Sula ran ahead, because she wanted to go to her puma children. I put my arm around the Romanian girl’s shoulders, told her that she would make me happy if she deepened the friendship with Sula. She had understood it in the main, but nuances still remained hidden from her. The future would show it.

In the evening Esther and Priya’s big moment came, the second complete feature film in English “Ozzy”, this time in best quality, a cartoon about dogs in England or the USA. I couldn’t figure that out, but the kids loved it. It was maybe from 6 years of age, but it was finally a good change to understand most of the content. The one hour, 25 minutes did me good as a break. Unfortunately, I had fallen asleep in my armchair in between.

The girls liked the movie. Kira kept making dog noises and growled doggishly. Yes, little beautiful Kira was playful and felt the need to be more in the centre of attention. I had to make sure that she learned to control herself a little better.

Ramona had written down five sets of sentences from the film and explained the meaning on the blackboard. Yes, so it was easier to understand English. But most of the children were already somewhere else in their thoughts. They didn’t want English lesson; they wanted the last thirty minutes before bedtime for themselves. ‘Rightly so’ I thought to myself. Everyone had been busy all day again.

Before the night’s rest, I held the control of the rooms without shouting and punishments. Each of the girls I drew attention to what I did not like. The goodnight kiss was planned as my ‘Lobli’, the heartfelt appreciating kiss on the forehead, but I was in good mood, I was ready to tolerate the choice of the girls. I bent over each little one and tried a Lobli on the forehead. However, I allowed Priya, Lenya, Esther, Babette, and Sula to use this for a real, but only short smack on the lips. Zarina and Ananda looked at me very fondly today. It seemed like they were hoping for a different kiss but didn’t dare. The four little Daja, Isabella, Fahsai, and Kira gladly accepted my kind words and the kiss on the forehead. Kira pressed her lips to mine for a moment. Maybe she felt it as a kiss. With the dear Brazilian Mayari, I had apparently done everything right with the appointment as sports instructor. She kissed me right and left on the cheek and clung to me for more than a minute with her slender body. Again, my feelings fluctuated back and forth between paternal and sexually arousal. I released myself from the wonderful feelings and breathed a final kiss on her velvety soft lips. Then, fortunately, I noticed that I had forgotten Cara while walking back and forth on the narrow corridor. She was already looking longingly out of the crack in the door. Immediately I rushed to her and carried her to her bed like a bride.

Cara was also one of the smaller ones, but she achieved great things. If Luisa couldn’t do cooking anymore because of her pregnancy, Cara had to be the chief of the kitchen. Luisa had involved her more and more and told me that Cara was the greatest treasure of all the girls here. As I gently stroked her, I quickly realized that she wanted more from me this evening. She whispered to me the names of six girls I would have already kissed properly. Obviously, the girls were chatting among themselves more than I suspected, in whatever language. Cara also wanted more today. She wanted to be the seventh. I kissed her gently. Cara had often seen me kissing Luisa or Ramona. Her tongue was nimble at work and her body demanding. She pulled up her top and pressed my mouth in the direction of her small breasts. From the air I indicated a kiss in the direction of the chest. I felt a hand on my pants. No, this couldn’t be. I pressed her two arms next to her head, held her so tight and gave her a final kiss. Then we smiled at each other. Cara was slightly embarrassed, but our mutual dear glances released the tension without a single word. My dear whispers “Sleep well.” sealed our new familiarity.

Sunday 02.10.2016

It was spring in the Andes now, but this day was different. A beautiful early summer day began. The sun shone down into the valley and brought life to awakening at an early age. A twittering like never before was all around our house. Had birds fled to our valley from the beginning heat of summer on the coast? It seemed so.

While the girls devoted themselves to their leisure preferences, I was sitting on the terrace with Luisa and Ramona. Today, for the first time, we treated ourselves early to a glass of the abundant Krimskoye, the apparent favorite sparkling wine of Rus. Again and again, one or two girls came by and wanted to draw attention to themselves with some little things. When Sula came with her two puma babies, it required more of our attention. The animals had developed very well and could already run quite fast, as we could soon see. While Ramona was stroking and scratching the cougar girl, Luisa was excited and dropped the boy. Whoops, he had disappeared under the terrace. Sula lured him out again. The Peruvians and the cougars that was a special story. Among the mountain peoples, the pumas were enemies, because they were a real danger to the valuable animal populations. Even it was said there were cases where children were attacked and injured. We had also recently experienced this, when I had shot the two cougars after the injury of a village woman.

Soon Babette joined Sula and the two lovely girls left each with a cougar on their arms. After this I asked Ramona if I was wrong in my thought of giving the two and the girls in general a few hints on how women can love each other, so that I would no longer be exposed to the constant desire of the girls, attacked with kisses and their physical approach. The discussion dragged on. Ramona was right to consider that the children had to find their own way. But she also acknowledged that it will not be possible without love from woman to woman, because I would immediately be mentally and physically overwhelmed if all women screamed for love hormonally. Finally, I thanked her for her advice, but I would try it out with my two assistants today. Then we would have clarity after a short time, whether that would be helpful or harmful.