At the railway station there was a small room away from the booking office which really did not have a use
It led in the general direction of the toilets and was populated by one tired vending machine which sold chocolate and crisps
On the windowsill facing the platform were a number of books which although never officially authorised acted as an unofficial library for the passengers using the station
Grace had a few minutes before her train was due so she fingered through the books
There were a mixture of novels and self-help booklets as well as a couple of art books
She looked at the first one which was a large glossy book on Paul Delvaux
Sabina liked his work and smiled when she found The Great Sirens for somebody in an obviously educated hand had added
Ladies my cunt is like a dustbin
Other paintings in the book had been defaced also but the sirens graffiti remained the most amusing
It was as she was placing the book back on the shelf that a postcard of Deal dropped to the floor
It read
You may think me to be a wanton vandal but in seriousness if I was one of those creatures then I would have defaced the book on Russian Icons which at the time of writing is also on this shelf
My name is you want to report me is Floral Arrangement
Without hinder Florence found the book on icons which as the vandal had noted was pristine
The train was announced and Sabina popped the book into her bag and made her way towards the platform
Her journey to Folkestone would take about half an hour allowing for a longer stop at Dover so she sat back and started reading the book
Icons she discovered had not originated in Russia but had arrived after the country was converted to Christianity under the grand-dukes in 989
There were other Slav paintings of the pre-Christian era but no examples survive
Florence looked up and saw a woman of about forty looking at her
How do you know?
I am an art historian and it is my job to know
I am only a beginner Andrei Rublev comes to me each night in my dreams but he is only concerned with fucking me and does not say much about his work
The woman looked behind her at a businessman in a smart suit and a silk pink tie
That man is dreaming about fucking you he has been watching you since you got on the train at Deal
Sabina looked at the businessman who averted his gaze
He was mentally undressing you as soon as he saw you
Most men do I imagine except homosexuals
Homosexuals do it also some of them hide behind their femininity to gain an advantage
She I say something?
Why the man will be dead within two years he has a cancer growing in his stomach which will kill him
Then I should give him pleasure as Andrei pleasures me
The woman sat next to Florence and began kissing her and from the extremity of her gaze Sabina saw the businessman begin to fidget in his seat
Give him pleasure
Must I do this?
The woman broke away from her embrace
I was testing you
Testing me?
I wanted to explore your humanity
By giving the businessman pleasure?
By giving the businessman pleasure
Before he dies
People like him in my view are scum of creation they give little and take take take they create their own little empires and suck the very soul out of anything that comes into comtact with them
How do you know this?
I know this man he is an estate agent from Dover and has two women working for him one is with child but he treats her dreadfully he is jealous of her happiness
What about the other?
She is past her retirement age but he keeps her on as she is little more than a slave he encourages her to smoke to the discomfort of the younger woman
Is he married?
He was married his wife walked out on him many years ago
Perhaps he is lonely
He is a cunt
The woman began kissing Florence again
May I touch your breast?
Why is he not being turned on by our kissing?
He is but if I kiss your breast he will not be able to stand it and will retire the train toilet and will masturbate over the steel can with his fist stuffed in his mouth to avoid embarrassment
I do not normally expose my breasts on the train
Do you want to punish him?
If he is as awful as you say then yes
The woman lifted Sabina’s blouse a little and exposed her breast
Florence looked at the businessman without breaking her gaze
He was sweating and had placed his hand in his pocket
Is he masturbating?
I think so
The woman kissed Florence’s breast
The man with a despairing glance stood up and pressed the button to open the automatic doors
Has he left?
Yes and he looked incredibly flustered
Then I will steal his briefcase and throw it into the bin at the next station he has important papers in the briefcase
The woman stood up and walked across to where the businessman had been sitting and picked up his large black briefcase
The train was just arriving at Martin’s Mill
Let us leave the train here he is still there in that disgusting toilet with his slimy prick in his hand thinking over what he has seen two women together he thinks fucking in front of me for my pleasure
I am not a lesbian
Neither am I
Both woman left the train ay Martins Mill and stood silently on the platform until the train had departed
By the time the train gets to Dover he will have discovered that we have stolen his briefcase this will crucify him as he has client’s papers in the case as well as some plastic
Shall we spend his money?
He will arrive at his office in a steaming mood and make an improper suggestion to the woman with child she will slap his face and he will sack her on the spot
The poor girl
She will not be a poor girl for long as she will sue him for his actions and she will be awarded a considerable sum just at the time that the businessman discovers his cancer it is so tidy
What about the fag-hag?
She will win also as he will pay her off just to buy her silence and the woman can quietly smoke herself to death
Why do you hate the man so much is he a Jew?
No he is not a Jew I have nothing against Jews they prosper that is all and that causes jealousy
There are bad Jews and good Jews
Then why do you hate him so?
Because I was once his wife
He should have recognised you
I have changed my hair is shorter and I have lost a deal of weight if you cast your mind back did he ever see my face?
Sabina smiled at the woman’s cunning
You see he only saw your person not mine
The woman took the briefcase from Florence and slammed it against the station wall it fell open and the contents spilled onto the platform
As Florence bent down to retrieve the documents a cyclist who was riding along the platform shouted at her to move away
Fuck off you know it is illegal to ride on station platforms
Look here bitch if you were prettier then I would have walked my bike but you are a fucking dog so get out of my way
The woman suddenly picked up the businessman’s briefcase and slammed it into the cyclist’s face knocking his helmet off
For a moment the man looked stunned
He then fell from his bike in front of the women
Fucking bitch!
The woman lifted her foot and slammed it down into the cyclists balls
He screamed in horror as the gushing pain caught his breath
I am sick and tired of cunts like you making other people’s lives a misery you dress in those ridiculous outfits with you balls on show just top attract others of your species you shitty little man
Fucking bitch you are mad
The woman kicked the cyclist again
Your type disgust me you sir are a pervert and if I see you here again then it will be to your detriment
I will rip your head off you fucking bitch!
The woman slammed the briefcase into the cyclists face
I have killed men for less than this crawl back into your disgusting hole and apologise to my friend
Sabina kicked the cyclist’s helmet onto the track where it rested next to the live rail
She is an art historian you know
You certainly picked on the wrong women today we may look weak but I assure you we are not
Florence and the woman sat on the station seat not far from the prone cyclist
Will he not attack us when he regains his senses?
No he knows that he is beaten he may even reform and learn what the word respect means
How do you know this?
I am an art historian
Sabina laughed at the woman who was running her hand through her cropped grey hair
I feel that we are like Thelma and Louise
We are not Thelma and Louise we are far from it for they are just a male invention
Men like bitches
I would have not been able to deal with either of these men on my own if I had spotted the businessman on the train stating at me then I would have averted my gaze or left the carriage
On occasions men have acted strangely and this has made me feel uncomfortable
Why did you want to do?
Escape
Did you not want to challenge them?
No just escape
It should not be like that
That is the way it is some men are like that
The filth you mean
You hate men?
No exactly the opposite I love men I love to feel a man’s arms around me and his cock hard inside me
Then why the aggression?
I am seeking the ideal my husband was a shit from almost day one leering and fucking any female that came near to him just because he had money he thought that he had the right to dominate all women
What is the ideal?
Is Andrei your ideal?
He comes in my dreams that is all and places his hand on my cunt before we have rough sex
Is he your ideal?
I do not know what my ideal is
I take it that you have been with men
Yes I have at times but I do prefer my own company
The cyclist began to rise from the platform and wiped his bloody nose he looked at his helmet on the tracks
Have people told you that you have a boyish quality?
At times that is why I grew my hair as I looked like Peter Pan
That is what disappointed the cyclist he sensed your boyish qualities but knew you were female and that is why he abused you he wanted to fuck your arse but you were Wendy not Peter Pan
The cyclist wheeled his bicycle past the woman without looking at them
Do you think that he is waiting for us?
No he is in tears he is wiping the snot from his bloody nose he is crying uncontrollably a beaten man crushed by an art historian and Peter Pan
What will happen if I come across him without you?
It depends what he does I suspect he will give you a wide berth if he does not then just kill him
Kill him?
The woman pulled a small pistol from her pocket
I have no need for this now
Is it loaded?
What do you think?
I would not kill anybody
You have already killed somebody
Who?
My shitty ex-husband you are the cancer in his belly
I still do not think I could kill anybody
I have killed many if that man had attacked you what would you have done?
Tried to escape
He would have been stronger than you what would you have done?
I do not know
You would have killed the cunt
Maybe
Do keep hold of the pistol and use it if you have to
There are many men in this world that will find you attractive your boyish qualities will turn them on most of them will enjoy your beauty silently but a few will not and these men will have to be dealt with
To kill them?
Not in all cases just disgrace them
Like the fat businessman and the cyclist
Exactly
The next train was announced and the woman spread the contents of the briefcase on the seat
There are a few things of value here which will either get stolen or given to the authorities
We will keep his plastic and fuck it hard
As the train arrived the woman threw the briefcase into some bushes
Where are you going?
Nowhere in particular I was just travelling to Folkestone to do a little shopping
Are you an art historian?
Yep
What is your specialist area?
What do you think?
Russian Icons
Right first time
I have always like icons for some reason I am ashamed to say they give me a sexual thrill I often masturbate over Andrei’s work over the pain of Christ and the Saints their horror turns me on and that is why I dream about Andrei fucking me
Are you ashamed?
Very much when I awake I shower myself clean I extinguish my dreams
The warning bell sounded and the train doors closed and from her vantage Florence could see two teenagers rifling through the contents of the businessman’s briefcase
The Russians like the like the Byzantines decorated their churches with frescoes mosaics and icons
We know that Price Vladimir employed Byzantine master masons to direct the building of the Dessiatinnaya Church in Kiev
The woman was reading from the book
You know you should cut your hair and celebrate you boyish qualities
And attract every strange man in the area
No just celebrate your looks do not hide them
I am not tough like you
You do not have to be tough
I am not sure
Let me cut your hair there is a toilet at Dover Station let us use the facilities there
Are you attracted to me?
No
Then why are you trying to reinvent me?
Be yourself then
The women remained silent as the train made its slow decent into Dover Station
If I let you cut my hair you will not make a mess of it will you?
It is an easy cut
Then I will let you cut my hair it will surprise Andrei
Does he like your hair?
He has never mentioned it
The train arrived at Dover Station and both women made their way to The Room of Instruction
Sabina sat down and the woman began cutting her hair
She could not see her reflection as the room was dull
It is finished
How do I look?
Like Peter Pan
The woman held up a mirror and Florence looked at her reflection
The woman had done a good job
Fuck off Wendy!
Yes fuck off Wendy
A train drew to a halt at the far platform and a number of Japanese tourists emerged rather dazed on to the sunlit platform
A pregnant girl passed them she was in tears but they took no notice of her as she boarded the train
Let us explore Dover as it was one of Andrei’s favourite towns
Yes let’s explore the town
Do keep your pistol handy though
Why?
Just in case you have to use it
You are frightening me
There is no need to be frightened Peter just be wary
Although she knew it well the state of Dover depressed Sabina it had been bombed during the conflict but the space had not been improved just violated further
To think this is the gateway to England it is a sad town indeed
It could be so much more
The woman stopped
Would you hand me your pistol as I have some business to conclude
Florence handed the woman the pistol and watched as she crossed the road and enter a decrepit Victorian villa opposite
Nothing happened for a while and then she heard two shots
Peter froze not knowing what to expect
The woman left the building casually walked towards Sabina and handed the pistol to her trying not to gain attention for the shots had been heard and a number of people were beginning to take an interest
Just walk
What did you do?
I concluded some business
I heard shots
I shot two drug dealers
What!
They spread misery I neutralised them
Are they dead?
Do you have a mobile phone?
Yes
Florence handed her phone to the woman who tapped in a series of numbers
Christine calling I have terminated the threat you will be able to find me on the beach nearest to the Ferry Port I will be with Peter Pan
No no problems just the nosey neighbours
I wait your instruction
Yes hide in the plain sight I know
Understood
The woman smiled and terminated her call
Let’s go to the beach
As they sat on the small beach nearest to the ferry terminal the woman opened Peter’s book and showed her a painting of a girl with large black eyes
She had her hair platted and this design was mounted with a ruby jewel
Do you think she looks sad?
Not really
I think she is sad her head is tilted on to one side it is almost as if she has witnessed too much
She has met Christ
How do you know?
The title of this work is Archangel and it dates from the late twelfth century and belongs to the the Novgorod School
I have seen it on posters around the town
Andrei is opening an exhibition later this month
It will be first thing those lorry drivers will see when they enter the country and the last thing they will see when they leave
A ferry had docked and there was a procession of lorries from all over Europe leaving the terminal
So much commerce so little peace
There was a number of people on the small beach mostly families who were taking advantage of the calm warm weather
The children took no notice of the lorries and only their parents paid any attention to the vehicles
Do you think that they appreciate the posters?
They probably ignore them
Animals ignore beauty
They are not animals far from it they are just not aware of what is in front of their eyes my ex-husband may have been a cunt but he was not an animal he appreciated beauty in time he would have appreciated the posters
What about the cyclist?
I would imagine so he may have seen the boy in her image
What about the people you shot?
That is one of the three reasons that I neutralised them
Because they did not see her beauty
What were the others?
Because I was ordered to neutralise them
By whom?
I cannot disclose that let me say that there are good and bad guys in this country and I am one of the good guys
What was the final reason?
They were dealers who were dealing in other people’s misery they had to be terminated
Is there a problem in Dover?
Yes but Dover is not an exception this scum operates anywhere I was on my way to terminate them when I met you
So it was a complete accident
Not really as I want you do hit someone
Hit someone?
Terminate someone
Kill someone!
If you want to call it that yes
I would not be able to kill someone in cold blood
You are white material
White Material?
You have been identified and have been tracked for quite a while who do you think sends Andrei into your dreams and how did I know that you were travelling to Folkestone today
I am just an innocent girl called Sabina who happens to like Russian Icons an interest I believe I share with you
In about ten minutes a blue container lorry will use this exit it will have the words White Material painted on the cab
So what
This is one of the bad guys the lorry is carrying drugs
Why do the customs not stop it?
Use your imagination
Why do you not take on the task?
The driver knows me we have crossed paths before but he got away
The woman pulled the neck of her shirt aside so that a deep red scar was visible
Did he do that to you?
Yes and he very nearly killed me the knife missed an artery by only millimetres I was left to rot in a stinking hospital the supposed victim of a mugging
If I agree what do I have to do?
Blows the fuckers brains out it will be easy just pretend to hitch a lift when he stops
He might not stop
He will he likes boys he fucks in every town he visits he is a pervert just base scum
But I am a girl he will see that
That will attract him more
The woman pulled a large gun from her bag
The pistol will not do especially in the cab of a lorry
Then why carry it?
Back up
Did you use it last time?
Yes the hit began to go wrong they began to get suspicious of me
Sabina handled the gun it was heavy
I have never used a gun before
Don’t worry just point it and pull the trigger the gun will do the rest
What about the noise you had half of Dover around the house where you killed the two men
The woman took the gun from Florence and screwed a silencer onto the barrel
It will make no sound
What happens if I fuck up?
Andrei will ensure you don’t fuck up
Andrei will be watching
Why does Andrei not kill the lorry driver?
Ask him he only gives the orders
What I require is for you to be in that lorry park at one a clock on the dot by the time White Material has progressed along this road he will be looking for talent in the lorry park that is where he picks his boys up but apart from you there will be no others today that I can promise you I want you to unbutton your shirt a little just enough to attract him he will take the bait a boy with breasts the best of both worlds
Go on
He will ask you to unzip him and suck his cock play along with this but stall him a little tell him to get his cock out before you suck it
And then get my gun out and blow his fucking brains out
The woman smiled
No just pretend to get a tissue from your bag as you want to wipe his cock as it has been up a large number of arses during his journey
I understand
If you fuck up do not worry as Andrei will neutralise him although this is the last resort as he does not want to break cover and neither do I
There are other bad guys out there which we have not identified as yet but that is the business of others however we do not want to become known unless circumstances dictate
Why should I do this?
Look at these families do you want these children to die with a needle hanging out of their arm in a few years I don’t think you do
Will you be here when I return?
Exactly here
The woman passed the gun to Peter who placed it into her bag
Wish me luck
The hit was quite easy Sabina had arrived early in the deserted lorry park and as the woman had predicted the lorry drew in at exactly one in the afternoon
Florence pretended not to see the driver at first
Then she approached the cab
Are you going to London I need to get to London?
The driver an unshaven bear of a man nodded he gestured for her to get in
Peter leaned forward as she climbed into the cab and knew that the driver would be able to see at least one of her breasts
This would distract him she reasoned
For what was like a lifetime she sat next to the driver without speaking she could see his erection bulge in his filthy jeans
The man put her hand on his cock
Sabina shook her head and gestured that the man should unzip himself which he did enthusiastically
His cock had a sore on it also blisters on the foreskin she was sure she could smell shit
Without speaking he grabbed her shoulder and gently pushed her forward
Florence shook her head a little and indicated that she wanted to get a tissue from her bag
Time stood still as she removed the gun and pointed it at the driver
He did not react and to be truthful she did not remember pulling the trigger but the man lurched back as she had shot him clean through the eye
He slumped against the door with his erect cock still in his hand
Peter had expected a blood spatter fest as in the movies but there was hardly any blood at all
She had destroyed his brain the kill had been clean
In an instant Sabina found herself walking towards the beach she passed some of the Japanese tourists who were taking photos of the castle and the ferry terminal
At first she could not see the woman and for an instant became nervous then she spotted her
The woman had changed into a black swimsuit and was paddling
Get changed there is a swimsuit for you in my bag as this place will be crawling with cops in a short while
I spotted one of his team in another lorry but HQ has been alerted so it is nothing to do with us anymore
Change behind a towel as not to draw attention to yourself then we will just paddle or swim like a mother and daughter at the seaside
The woman was right and soon the area was swarming with the police and helicopters were flying overhead
The women swam and sunbathed and like everybody else were taking a keen interest in the goings on
Three policeman clambered down onto the beach and approached each of the families in turn
They will ask us to leave as there has been a major incident
Just smile and leave the beach
The women changed in a nearby toilet and made their way into the centre of Dover
They found a café and ordered two coffee’s
Authors Note
This story is taken from an unfinished manuscript found by the author in a book called Understanding Russian Icons
He found this book at Deal Railway Station in Kent in January 2013
Although written in a feminine hand there is no clue as to who the author was athough the book appeared to have been owned by a person with the initials F.A.F.P .
Translated from the original German by the author and Margit K