A MEETING WITH THE CZAR
By John Emery
He badly needed a Natasha – not any kind of Natasha but a Natasha.
He was a man who collected paintings and stamps but he also collected women too. His range ran from A for Annabelle right up to Mariella as in Frostrup.
But he was stuck on the letter N and he had an important dinner date with Roman Abramovich, the wealthy Chairman of Chelsea. So he needed some help, not only with the right girl but also with someone who could teach him Russian.
It had to be a Natasha because with a name like that she would obviously be Russian and could help him with the lingo.
This man was in a hurry. No time to stand and stare and no time to breathe he needed results and in double-quick time. One trip to the phone box solved his problem…
Natasha gives good whipping, stared at him in postcard form along with her number, “Perfect” he thought. “She is obviously Russian and collects whips, which is fine within itself.”
They agreed on the phone the fee involved and he leapt into a taxi and bounded up the stairs of her Soho flat.
“Do you do Russian Natasha” he asked her. She gave him a funny look. “What do you mean?”
“Well I do a very good whipping and I could always swear at you in Russian if you like.” He asked her if she was from Leningrad and she explained that she was from Balham!
He handed her an envelope containing 500 pounds and said “Forget the whipping” lets concentrate on something else.
“I want you to do something special for me.” He then produced two books, War and Peace, volume one, and War and Peace, volume two.
“Natasha sit down on the bed with me”
Her eyes lit up. He fancied her after all. “Now listen I will have volume one and you have volume two, ok. You are Natasha in the book and I am Pierre Volkinov or similar. Let’s get this language right. We can do it together.”