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This book is about Rubin who owns his own company and is going to Russia to promote it and do more business. He is being watched while he is in Russia. Now, he is kidnapped and made to work illegally for the KGB on rockets which are going to be deployed by the USA. All he wants to do is escape, but he is guarded all the time in a big warehouse. While working, he finds a secret agent in the building who helps him escape.

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Publié par	Austin Macauley Publishers
Date de parution	30 novembre 2020
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781528971607
Langue	English

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Rubin
JJ Jonson
Austin Macauley Publishers
2020-11-30
Rubin About the Author Dedication Copyright Information © Acknowledgment
About the Author
The author has lots of ideas for stories as this shows in his books. He could have two books he is writing at one time, his ideas come from his background of travelling around the world in his younger days, visiting other countries and learning their culture. He would like to live in Spain but his roots stop him as he loves the UK. He feels he could do a follow up book on Rubin.
Dedication
I thank my wife and children who had the patience to listen to me while writing this book but seemed more concerned to see it in print and on the shelf.
Copyright Information ©
JJ Jonson (2020)
The right of JJ Jonson to be identified as author of this work has been asserted by the author in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior permission of the publishers.
Any person who commits any unauthorised act in relation to this publication may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims for damages.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Austin Macaulay Publishers will not be liable for any and all claims or causes of action, known or unknown, arising out of the contents of this book.
A CIP catalogue record for this title is available from the British Library.
ISBN 9781528945981 (Paperback)
ISBN 9781528971607 (ePub e-book)
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First Published (2020)
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Acknowledgment
I am pleased that I could google the information I needed to get the information correct.
You know when you get up and you start to have one of those days when you know that if you do anything, it goes wrong? You spill your coffee, can’t make a knot in your tie and you keep pulling it off. I don’t know if I count to ten, it will work as I am so pissed off and my day has not even started yet. It’s only 6:00 a.m. I have got to get to Heathrow airport and fly by 2:00 p.m. Luckily, I live near Northampton. Right, check I have everything packed in my briefcase. Then my phone rings. You? What now? It’s only 7:00 a.m . I pick my phone up. It’s Sonia, my girlfriend.
“How are you?” she says.
“Oh, why? I’m having a bad start to the day,” I shout.
She says, “Calm down and concentrate.”
“Okay, babe. I will call you when I land, love you.”
Call finished. I should not have stayed at hers and left early at 3:00 a.m. this morning, but she loves me. Maybe I can rest on the plane. Now I get into the car with my suitcase and briefcase to go to Heathrow airport, start the car and then see that I need petrol. You silly bastard , I think, you should have filled it up last night instead of going to Sonia’s for a meal and drinks.
Right, now I have filled it up and here we go. Time is ticking. I get to the airport around 11:30 a.m. so I have plenty of time. Thank God! Maybe my day will be okay from now on. I get to the check-in desk for British Airways. Lovely female on the desk. Can’t help smiling at her. “Did you pack the case yourself?” she says.
“Yes, all by myself,” I reply cheekily.
She looked up and smiled at me and said, “Have a good flight, Mr Johnson.” The day is getting better I thought, so I checked in. Went to passport check and security. Now for a sandwich and a coffee that I won’t spill this time. Phone rings.
“Good morning, Mr Johnson! How are you?” It’s my PA, Lauren, very good at her job, sometimes too good.
“Okay,” I say, “In the airport and checked in.”
“That’s great. Don’t forget you will have somebody waiting for you, a driver to take you to your hotel in Domodedovo. That is where you are going when you land in Moscow.”
“Yes. Thank you, Lauren, for getting it all in order.”
“Okay,” she says, “See you in a few days with plenty of orders.”
“I will do my best. Bye.”
I have never been here before and it’s November, so it will be cold. I’m thinking if I have brought enough clothes.
Over the Tannoy comes the call to go to gate 13 and board this plane. Unlucky gate number , I thought. Now that I am first class, I get more space and I can do some work on my laptop , I thought to myself. As I was shown to my seat, I noticed a Latin American lady seated next to me. Wow . I thought what a looker and a body to die for. She looks at me, smiles and says, “Are you staying long in Moscow?”
“Only a few days. I have business meetings all the time that I will be there.”
“Oh shame, all work and no play makes for a dull man. How boring! My name is Maria, we shall meet up some time and I will show you the night life in Moscow.”
“Sounds good to me,” I said “my name is Rubin.”
“Hello Rubin,” she said with a smile. “What hotel are you staying at?”
“I don’t know until my driver picks me up and takes me to it; my PA booked it.”
She seemed impressed, gave me a lovely smile and blew me a kiss. I am hot under the collar now. We take off and I open my laptop. I look over to her and she seems to be watching a film with her headphones on. I think no more of it until I look up and see her taking my picture on her phone, “Just so I know what you look like when we meet again.” I think nothing of it. I get up to go to the loo, I notice that in front of me is a mean looking dude, huge body, the sort of a man you see at the Olympics. I go to the loo and then come back to my seat to find him looking straight at me so, I turn my head away. Then, I see Maria looking at me and smiling. So, the day might be okay after all.
I am checking the time zone in Russia for when I land. It has eleven time zones. Which one am I going to be in? So, I politely get Maria’s attention. She takes her headphones off and looks at me startled. I say, “Sorry. I did not mean to shock you. I was wondering if you knew what time we land as I guess it’s different to the UK.”
She says, “It will be three hours ahead from now.”
“Thank you.” Then I work out I have lost six and a half hours with the flight time as well. We land and I find myself walking with Maria. We are just having a small talk on the way to the baggage reclaim area. I find my case, then I see her pick up a small case. It did not seem heavy. She must travel light , I thought. I come out of the terminal and see her talking to that big guy on the plane. She nodded to him and carried on. Must be her body guard. As I am coming out, I see a nice female with a board with my name on it. As I approach her, she says, “I am your driver.”
My driver was in a smart uniform and did not speak the whole time on our way to the hotel. She stopped the car outside of this lovely hotel and I stepped out. She gets my case out, I take it from her and proceed to the desk where a man says, “Good day, Mr Johnson! I hope you had a good flight.”
I say, “Yes. Thank you.”
“Here is your room number 13.”
God no, not thirteen again. I get into my room and it was unbelievable. Gold taps and a very large bath, big enough for two. Everywhere you looked round this room, it could not be faulted. Lovely, huge bed. What a waste , I thought. It was like three rooms. It was magnificent.
So, this time Lauren has done me proud. Maybe because I said the last hotel that she booked me was shit.
I cleaned up, went down for the dinner and got seated at the corner table. It’s really good, as I can see the other guests and watch people who look like they have money. I don’t know any Russian, so if anyone talks about me and looks at me, I will just smile back.
I think this wine is going to my head a bit, I seem to be smiling a lot. Maybe not a bad day , I thought.
Then it hit me how can Maria find me if she does not know where am I staying. Oh well, never mind. I go to my room. I had gone for about one hour so, I get back to my room feeling happy. When I open the door, I am in shock, as my room is in a mess. All my clothes are tipped out all over the bed. My laptop is still there and my phone is in my pocket so what were they looking for? Then my mobile rings. It’s Sonia. “I just wanted to know how you are and if you are there.”
We have a small talk about nothing really, then I say, “I love you.” I say nothing about the room. “Bye.” Really, I could do without her right now.
It has now got me thinking that someone is watching me or wants something from me. I run a large company with about 150 employees. We make spy cameras, parts for missiles, lots of components for rockets and we are developing some new ideas. I have meetings arranged for me to go to India, the USA and then China. It seems that my company is growing all the time.
I am getting tired so I pick the room phone up and I can hear people talking then a ‘click’ and a voice says, “Hello, Mr Johnson. How can I help?” I ask for a car for 9:30 in the morning and explain where I wish to go. “No problem. That is arranged for you. Anything else I can help with?” I say nothing about the room being ransacked. He probably knows.
“No, thank you.”
I put the phone down and think I have a big meeting tomorrow with a major player in my market so I need to sell some of my products.
I did not sleep very well. Not that the bed wasn’t comfy and all quiet, but I kept thinking about the number thirteen and my room number; it was disturbing. I went down for the breakfast. Not many people here this morning. All having breakfast in their rooms maybe , I thought. I order some coffee and scrambled eggs, with bacon and toast.
Then the waiter appears, “More coffee, sir?”
“Yes, please.” It’s not bad, this c