Olivia in Vulmonia Ch. 45

Dr. Brovachik was not wrong about the train station. It was not a terribly big building. And it was essentially just one big room. Olivia did not think it would take her any time at all to spot Major Ivanov. And she knew exactly what he looked like. How could she forget, after what he had done to her at Vizianti military base? However, as she scanned the large open room, she did not see him. Where could he possibly be?

"Olivia? Is that you?"

Olivia thought she felt her heart stop. With a feeling of foreboding, she very slowly turned around.

"Mr. Fedorov! H ... h ... hello. Um ... how are you this morning?" Olivia tried her best to sound casual. But deep down inside, she was panicking. It turned out that the hat and sunglasses were not so effective as a disguise.

"I'm very well," replied Judge Thorsky's older neighbor. "I'm very sorry that I missed watching your daily workout this morning!"

Olivia was not sorry. She was relieved that Mr. Fedorov had missed the humiliating events, which had taken place that morning out in Judge Thorsky's backyard.

"Watching that luscious naked body of yours is always one of the highlights of my day," he smiled as he dropped his gaze down to her bust. "But unfortunately I was busy packing for my trip. This morning I'm heading to the south. I'm going to go back to my hometown, Lazan, to visit my brother and cousins. You remember Oleg, Nofel and Pavel, don't you?" he grinned at her.

Olivia cringed. She did not enjoy being reminded of her interactions with Mr. Fedorov and his male family members. "Yes, of course I remember them," she flatly replied.

"Well you know, at my age, it's important to spend more time with family. So the four of us are going to have a bit of male bonding time and go fishing on Lake Norkino. Right now is the perfect season for catching Vulmonian freshwater bass."

"Oh, that'll be nice." Olivia did not know what else to say.

"And then we'll visit some of the local distilleries. There's nothing quite like drinking traditionally fermented Lazan vodka. Did you know that they use a special species of potato that is only native to Vulmonia? That's why Lazan vodka has such a distinctive flavor. Truly, no other vodka even comes close to the quality of Lazan vodka."

"Oh, right. Well, I'm sure you'll enjoy that," she absentmindedly answered. Olivia was not at all interested in anything that Mr. Fedorov had to say. In fact, the entire time she was speaking with him, she was surreptitiously looking around the station trying to locate Major Ivanov.

"I would offer to bring you back a bottle as a souvenir. But of course," he chuckled, "no vodka for you, young lady. Not for the next several months. Not until you give birth to that little bundle of joy." Mr. Fedorov laughed as he reached down at gave Olivia a friendly pat on her belly.

Olivia immediately recoiled and took a big step back. She did not like being touched by the older man. But even more importantly, she did not want him discovering that she was not wearing the chastity belt.

"Of course," she said quickly. "I would never do anything to harm Judge Thorsky's baby." She brought her hands down to her stomach and protectively held them there. Olivia was not really far enough along in her pregnancy to have anything resembling a "baby bump." But she just wanted Mr. Fedorov to keep his hands off of her body. Especially around her waist and tummy, where the chastity belt would have been, had she been wearing it.

"Speaking of the judge, is Isaak here with you?" Mr. Fedorov asked, looking around. "Are the two of you traveling somewhere together?"

"Uh ... no. He's ... at work." Olivia gulped.

"So, you're here alone? What are you even going here?" Mr. Fedorov looked confused.

Olivia frantically looked around. She still did not see Marjor Ivanov. But she did see a sign hanging over a counter, being manned by a woman wearing a station uniform. The sign was printed in Vulmonian. But it had also been translated into English: Package Delivery. Pickup and Drop Off.

"I ... uh ... I'm here to ... um ... pick up a package for His Honor," Olivia lied.

"How'd you get here?" the neighbor inquired.

"Bogdan drove." She really wished that he would stop asking her questions and just go catch his train to Lazan.

"Funny, I didn't see his car parked out in front of the station when I arrived."

"Uh ... yeah ... er ... he parked a few blocks away. He ... um ... had to make a phone call. And the cell reception was better ... a couple of streets over." Olivia knew that she did not sound convincing at all.

Mr. Fedorov narrowed his eyes as he stared down at the American girl. "Olivia, what are you really doing here? Does Isaak even know that you're here?"

"Of course he knows!" Olivia said quickly. "I mean, I'm wearing the chastity belt after all. It has the GPS tracker. Judge Thorsky knows my every move!" Olivia prayed that Mr. Fedorov would believe her and not ask to actually see the chastity belt.

"Oh, right," he replied. "That chastity belt's GPS. Of course he knows where you are."

Olivia nodded emphatically, hoping that the nosy neighbor had bought her story.

"So I guess there's no chance that I could possibly whisk you away from Nulmara and take you with me to Lazan for the weekend?" he winked at her. "I know that my brother and cousins would love to see you again!"

"I'm afraid not," Olivia said with feigned disappointment. "Not unless you have a copy of the key." She pointed just below her navel, indicating the spot where the lock would have been, had she not taken off from the chastity belt.

"Mmm..." Mr. Fedorov let out a low growl. "I wish a had a copy of that key. It's a shame that Isaak always keeps you locked up in that thing. But at least we found a way to work around it. We still managed to have a bit of secret fun, didn't we?"

"Yeah, I guess." Olivia recalled the incident from a few weeks ago. Mr. Fedorov had blackmailed her into sexually servicing himself, his brother and their cousins. Because she had been wearing the chastity belt, they had resorted to using her mouth and ass. Olivia shuddered at the traumatic memory.

"Isaak said that as soon as you give birth to a boy, he'll hold an auction to determine which man will breed you next."

This information came as no surprise to Olivia. In fact, Judge Thorsky had introduced her to three of the potential bidders that very morning - Rivda, Mardo and Shura.

"You can be sure that I'll be putting in an offer," Mr. Fedorov told her as he looked her body up and down.

"Oh? I didn't know that you even wanted to have a baby." Olivia struggled to hide her disgust. It was already bad enough that she was pregnant with Judge Thorsky's child. The idea of the lecherous old neighbor trying to impregnate her made Olivia feel sick.

"A baby!" Mr. Fedorov laughed loudly. "I don't want a baby, you silly girl!" he guffawed. "Don't be ridiculous. I just want you to come live with me for a few weeks. After watching you exercise nude every morning and after feeling that wet cunt of yours, I won't be happy until I finally get to fuck you in your young tight pussy!"

"Oh. I see." Olivia tried to keep her voice neutral. She did not want to cause a scene in the middle of the train station. But what she really wanted to do was to slap the dirty old man right across his face.

"Of course, I'll tire of you eventually. And when that happens, I'll hold an auction and sell you off to the highest bidder. Just like what Isaak is going to do after you give birth to his son," he stated simply and casually.

"Oh right," Olivia said through clenched teeth. She tried her best not to glare at him. "Well, you have a train to catch. And I have a trai... I mean ... I have a package to pick up. I'm sure Bogdan's wondering where I am. He doesn't like it when I keep him waiting."

"My dear, don't you worry about the butler. He's just a servant. He doesn't matter. He can wait," Mr. Fedorov said dismissively.

"Well, it's just that Judge Thorsky has given us a bunch of chores to do around the house. So I'd better get the package and get going."

"Alright then. I guess I'll see you when I get back from Lazan. I look forward to seeing more of your naked workouts. It's great motivation for getting me out of bed bright and early. I never used to be an early riser before you moved next door. But as soon as you began your daily nude exercise regime, I started setting my alarm for six o'clock every morning. Even on my days off!" he informed her.

"Oh ... uh ... yeah ... well ... see you when you get back. Have a good trip ... I guess." Olivia was desperate to get away from the creepy older gentleman.

"I'm sure I will," he said confidently. "And I'll be sure to tell Oleg, Pavel and Nofel that you said hello!" he added.

"Great. Thanks," Olivia replied, trying not to sneer. "Safe travels?" She then swiftly made her way over to the package delivery counter. She hoped that Mr. Fedorov would leave the station building to go stand on one of the train platforms outside. She did not want him to see what she was really doing. As she looked over her shoulder, she saw the neighbor heading over to a vendor selling coffee on the other side of the room. He could still see her. But at least he had not followed her.

Olivia walked past the package counter and continued walking until she spotted an officer wearing a Vulmonian military uniform. Olivia remembered what Dr. Brovachik had said about not speaking with anyone else. He had given her strict instructions to find Major Ivanov and then go straight to the train platform. But Major Ivanov was nowhere to be found.

Nervously, Olivia approached the young man in the army uniform. "Um, excuse me. But do you speak English?" she asked is a slightly shaky voice.

"Yes," he replied. "Can I help you?"

"I'm looking for Major Ivanov. Do you know where I could find him?"

"Major Ivanov?" The young man furrowed his brow. "Major Ivanov doesn't work here."

"I know that he's not normally here. But I thought he was going to be here today. I need to speak with him."

"Why would Major Ivanov be here today?" The young officer sounded confused.

"I ... I ... I don't know. But that's just what I was told." Had Dr. Brovachik made a mistake? Had he accidentally told Major Ivanov the wrong day?

"Who told you that?" the soldier pointedly asked.

"Um ... a mutual friend."

"Does this mutual friend have a name?"

Olivia did not know if it was safe to mention the doctor's name. But she had no idea what else to say. So she honestly answered, "Dr. Brovachik."

"And why would this 'Dr. Brovachik' know about Major Ivanov's whereabouts?"

"Because ... they're ... friends?" Olivia felt like she might faint or throw up. Why was the major not there?

"I'm sorry, but why exactly do you need to speak with Major Ivanov?"

"I ... um ... I have something that I w ... w ... want to give him b ... b ... before I leave," Olivia stuttered.

"What do you want to give him?"

"Uh ... I owe him some money. I borrowed some cash from him a few weeks ago. And now I want to pay him back before I go back home," Olivia fibbed.

"And where is 'home?'"

Oh shit, Olivia thought to herself. She frantically racked her brain. She could not tell the truth since she was traveling under a false identity. What city did Dr. Brovachik say she was supposed to be from? She knew it was somewhere in Canada. She could not think of it off of the top of her head.

"Canada." She hoped that answer would be good enough.

"Could you remove your hat and sunglasses for me please?"

Shaking, Olivia pulled off the hat and took off her sunglasses. She looked down at the floor. She prayed that he did not recognize her.

"May I please see your passport?" He held out his hand with his palm facing up.

Olivia reached into the manila envelope and pulled out the navy blue travel document. She placed it in his hand.

The boarder security officer flipped it open and studied it for a moment. "What is your name?"

Oh god, Olivia thought to herself. What the fuck is my new name? It was something that began with a T. Tammy? Tilda? No, that was not it. Then she remembered. "Tiffany!" she blurted out just a little too excitedly.

"Okay. Tiffany. Do you have a last name?"

Olivia remembered that her false surname also began with a T. Timmons? Timmles? She desperately tried to remember what the bearded gynecologist had told her. Taking a deep breath, she decided simply to guess. What other choice did she have? "Tiddles?" she said uncertainly.

Fortunately, the young soldier did not seem to pick up on Olivia's lack of confidence. He simply nodded his head in affirmation. "And where are you traveling to today, Miss Tiddles?"

"Moscow." At least she knew that much.

"And after that?"

"I'm going to fly to New York to ... uh ... visit friends. And then after a few days, I'll go back home to Canada ... where I'm from," she quickly added.

"Back home to Moose Jaw, Manitoba, huh?"

Olivia nodded her head.

"What's the weather like in Moose Jaw this time of year?"

Olivia did not know a single thing about Moose Jaw, Manitoba. She did not even know where to find it on a map. "The weather? In Moose Jaw? It's ... sunny?"

"You don't sound too certain," the officer observed.

"Oh ... well ... it's just been a while since I've been home."

The young soldier shrugged as another officer came up to join them. Unfortunately, this second officer was not Major Ivanov either. The second officer looked slightly older than the first. He also had a few more bars and stripes on the lapel of his uniform, indicating a higher rank.

"Is there a problem?" the older officer asked.

"This Canadian girl is looking for Major Ivanov. She wants to speak with him. And pay him back some money she owes him, before she boards the train to Moscow," the younger officer explained. "I told her that the major doesn't work here. But she was told by a mutual friend that he would be here today. A doctor. What was his name?" he asked Olivia.

"Dr. Brovachik," she responded.

"Ah yes," said the older soldier. "Major Ivanov was scheduled to come in this morning."

"Really?" The younger officer sounded surprised.

"But he called this morning because he's running late," said the superior officer. "It turns out that the major got into a bit of a fender bender this morning on his way over here."

Olivia's stomach flip-flopped. Things were not exactly going to plan. But she decided that it was not time to panic just yet. Dr. Brovachik assured her that her passport could be scanned. So that she could still leave the country, even if Major Ivanov was not there. Just as long as no one figured out who she really was, she should be able to board the Moscow express. Provided she had not yet missed it.

"The nonstop train to Moscow hasn't left yet, has it?" Olivia anxiously asked.

"Similar to the major, the Moscow express is actually running a little behind schedule this morning," said the higher ranking soldier. "There will be an announcement when it's finally time to board. So don't worry. You have a little extra time to spare. If the train leaves before Major Ivanov arrives, you can give me the money you owe him. I'll make sure he gets it."

Olivia let out a huge exhale of relief. Finally, something was actually working out in her favor for once.

The younger officer politely smiled at her. "Would you please show us where your luggage is? When you pass through security, we need to run your bags through the x-ray machine. And then you'll be ready to go. We'll be sure to direct you toward the platform for the Moscow express."

Luggage? Olivia had not even thought about luggage. Of course she did not have any bags or suitcases. She had been forced to leave all of her things behind at Judge Thorsky's house. The only belongings she had on her were the clothes on her back and the large manila envelope. She did not even have a purse. Silently, she cursed to herself. This was why Dr. Brovachik had instructed her to speak only with Major Ivanov and no one else.

"I ... uh ... I actually don't have ... any ... luggage."

The two soldiers looked at her with surprise.

"Um ..." Olivia tried to think of an explanation. "On the flight over here ... uh ... the airline ... lost my luggage."

"So, the entire time you've been in Europe, you've only had one set of clothes?" The older soldier stared down at her outfit. He closely studied her crisp, freshly ironed blouse and her spotless white skirt.

"Uh ... I just bought these clothes last night. I threw away my old clothes, you know, because they were too dirty and smelly."

"I guess they would have been, if you had been wearing them every single day," the younger soldier said with more than a hint of cynicism.

The superior officer looked at her, scrutinizing her face. "What is your name?" he asked as he took her fake passport from his subordinate.

"Tiffany Tiddles," Olivia said as she felt the color drain from her cheeks. Why, of all mornings, did Major Ivanov have to get into a traffic accident on that particular morning?

"I feel like I know you from somewhere. I swear, I've seen your face before," the older soldier said as he looked down at her passport and then back up at her. "The name Tiffany Tiddles doesn't ring any bells. But your face is just so familiar." He turned to the younger military man. "Don't you feel like you recognize her from somewhere?" Then he began speaking in Vulmonian.

The junior officer replied in his native language. And the two men exchanged several more remarks in their mother tongue. Olivia had no idea what was being said. But a horrible sense of dread began to overwhelm her.

"May we see that?" the older soldier asked, pointing at the manila envelope. With her fingers trembling, Olivia handed it over.

The superior officer pulled out her train ticket for the Moscow express. He looked at it briefly before handing it to his younger colleague. He then withdrew the printed out copy of her e-ticket for her flight. He studied it for a moment and also passed it off to his coworker.

He then found the envelope with the major's name written on it. It was full of Vulmonian ruettes. "So this is what you need to give to Major Ivanov?"

Olivia gulped and nodded.

"Okay," he said as he passed the small white envelope over to the younger man.

He then reached in and pulled out the green envelope. He opened it up and peered inside. He let out a loud low whistle as he thumbed through all the the Russian rubles and American dollars.

"That's quite a bit of cash that you're traveling with, Miss Tiddles. How much is here, exactly?" he asked.

"I ... uh ... I'm not quite sure," Olivia answered honestly.

"You're traveling internationally and you don't know how much cash you're carrying on you?" The younger soldier did not sound impressed by Olivia's response.

"Sorry." Olivia was not sure what she could say to make the situation better.

"Where did all of this cash come from?" asked the older man.

"Well, you see ... I had ...my purse stolen ... a few days ago." Olivia tried to think. "And ... um ... my friend felt sorry for me. So he ... uh ... gave me some money. He knew that I was getting ready to leave Vulmonia for Russia. And then I'm going to New York. So he took some of his own money and changed it into Russian and American currency for me."

"Wow!" said the younger soldier with wide eyes. "That's quite the run of bad luck you've been having! First the airline lost your luggage. And then your handbag was stolen. You haven't exactly been having the best trip ever, have you?"

Olivia had to stop herself from rolling her eyes. These two military men had absolutely no idea just how unlucky her trip had been so far. Some lost baggage and a stolen purse sounded like heaven compared to how she had actually spent her time in Vulmonia.