Mera ye gora jism iss 44 saal ke naukar ke uper tha .usski achanak ki iss harkat se ek baar to mai daar hi gayi ki kahi ye sab jaan to nai gaya hai .p...r tabhi ussne pahli baar hath picche karke mere mansal gatheel gand ko nighty ke uper se pakar ke tarike se masalta hua bola “rupa meri jaan ,kaha ja rahi hai ,idher hi ajja mere uper”.mujhe thora raahat to mili per usske hath bahut confident dikh raahe the ,ussne deer na lagayi aur nighty ko uper tak lakar waise hi position ne bahar kar wahi. I also had pictures of both the head of the FSB and the Russian President.My flight to Moscow was a quick one and I homed in on the danger vector I was feeling. Since the only evidence I had on the Russian president was hearsay, for now, I concentrated on the head of the FSB. I watched as he left work at the end of a long day and drove home in a car that appeared to be armored. Aside from his driver, there were two other men in the car with him--armed men.Saturday April 16After making. We both laughed.A mighty Silverback gorilla peered out at us from behind a pane of thick, finger-smudged glass. It looked bored, but majestic. According to the placard next to the window, his name was George. I read the information underneath George’s bio.“It says here that my man George gets to mate with several females at a time. They just kinda hang out as part of his harem and take care of his babies.” I reached out and put my fist on the glass, as if for a fist-bump. “Atta boy.”“If George. I did not see that one coming.’ He mused, even though he knew the man had only hit him by chance. When he fell on the man in the dark, he hooked one booted foot behind his right knee and kicked his leg out from under him and then pegged him hard in the back of the head with the brass knuckles. He grabbed a handful of the man’s hair and pulled him back, and as he did the man slapped blindly at him as he fell to his back. It was a blind panicky punch that barely connected. Just enough to piss.