Zhanna

By Robert Collinson

The adventure continues as the bold heroine of Zhetybay emerges to reveal her true character.

Forceful but gentle, determined yet compassionate; but is she really as Matt imagined?

They thought the worst was over, and that the fear and horror was all behind them, believing that they were about to embark on a happy and peaceful life together.

Some people most certainly had other ideas about what their future would entail, and as dangers from the past resurface to confront them, the obstacles increase accordingly.

Their latest adventure takes them into a new arena where boardroom politics and hidden agendas replace “hands-on” operations, but the underlying threats remain as serious as ever.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Austin Macauley Publishers
• Release date: Mar 31, 2023
• ISBN: 9781398488977

Robert Collinson

Robert Collinson spent his early years in his home town of Edinburgh and had many different jobs before finally, at the age of 22, he moved north to Aberdeenshire to pursue a career in the oil industry. After many years of working on and offshore, for various operators and service companies alike, he began consulting on an international basis, travelling extensively to work and to fulfil his contractual requirements. This allowed him to gain a broader understanding of the operations that would increase his knowledge of oilfield operations, and ultimately diversify his experience. Forty years later, he retired and decided to recall the memories of his adventures at home and abroad, and began to document some of the stories that had formed part of his career. www.robertcollinson.com

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Zhanna

Robert Collinson

Austin Macauley Publishers

Zhanna

About the Author

Dedication

Copyright Information ©

Acknowledgement

Introduction

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

About the Author

Robert Collinson spent his early years in his home town of Edinburgh and had many different jobs before finally, at the age of 22, he moved north to Aberdeenshire to pursue a career in the oil industry.

After many years of working on and offshore, for various operators and service companies alike, he began consulting on an international basis, travelling extensively to work and to fulfil his contractual requirements. This allowed him to gain a broader understanding of the operations that would increase his knowledge of oilfield operations, and ultimately diversify his experience.

Forty years later, he retired and decided to recall the memories of his adventures at home and abroad, and began to document some of the stories that had formed part of his career.

www.robertcollinson.com

Dedication

For my father, William, who unwittingly gave me his love of the written word.

Copyright Information ©

Robert Collinson 2023

The right of Robert Collinson to be identified as author of this work has been asserted by the author in accordance with sections 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.

A CIP catalogue record for this title is available from the British Library.

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Acknowledgement

My sincere thanks to my good friend Phil who donated the cover art photograph, as a kind gesture of our friendship, which goes back many years. Our times were filled with music and laughter. One day, my brother, we will drink together and play guitars again.

This photograph, along with lots more of his beautiful work can be viewed at: www.philiphuddlestonephotography.com

Facebook: Philip Huddlestone Photography © 2021 Philip Huddlestone Photography.

Introduction

This novel is the sequel to Zhetybay (pronounced Jhetty-bye, like Je in French) and Zhanna (pronounced Jh-aanna, in the same way) is the Kazakh girl that he ‘rescued’ prior to their escape from Kazakhstan.

Many of the direct references contained within will lead the reader back to some of the events of the first novel, which, in effect, provides the introduction to this story, and depicts the next episode in the life of Matt Duncan, a Scottish man in his early thirties, who worked in the oil industry on an international basis, mostly as a consultant.

Although this novel is based on true events, the names of various characters have been changed, to protect the guilty and the innocent alike.

Whereas some of the speech occurs in Russian or other languages, it has been changed into English for the purpose of clarity. Where a subject appears to speak in broken English, it is due to the translation from that language, or as an attempt by the character to speak English directly. This point is not really important to the reader, as long as it is understood.

The story continues subsequent to their escape, which hadn’t been easy, but with help and a little luck, they had managed it, if only just. Matt believed that his struggle was over; he had managed to outwit them all, and now he had Zhanna at his side.

He imagined that his life was about to change for the better, he had found her and she was the love of his life.

He believed that the horrors he had experienced were over, and the chapter was closed on the shocking events that had befallen in Zhetybay.

A new beginning and a fresh start were what he envisaged; surely, he couldn’t be wrong?

He thought that things were about to get easier…

Chapter 1

As the plane landed on the runway at Heydar Aliyev International Airport, she touched his hand gently and looked at him. Her thoughts ran away with her as she realised her worst fears, his skin had a tinge of green and his face was covered in sweat. As she tried to waken him, she could easily see that the fever had taken control of him.

Matt? Matthew, my love, are you okay?

He groaned miserably and his grip on the armrest of his seat tightened.

I’m so tired, my beautiful girl, let me sleep…

He slipped back into unconsciousness as the other passengers got up and started to prepare to disembark.

She sat back in the seat and waited. There was nothing else she could do as she resigned herself to the knowledge that she needed help, and the uncertainty that gripped her made her realise that she was about to undertake a task that was not going to be easy.

The plane emptied slowly and soon she was alone with him, then suddenly she was looking up at two of the cabin crew.

What’s the matter with him? asked the stewardess.

He has fever, he need doctor. I have to get him through airport terminal to outside. He should be okay when I get him to hotel…

She fully understood the implications of her lie as she got up and struggled past him then opened the overhead locker to collect their hand baggage. The stewardess helped her as the purser tried to waken him.

Sir? Sir, you must disembark now, we must turn the plane around and go back in an hour. Will you go back to Aktau with us? he asked.

No fucking way! Get me off this thing, I need to go home, he replied shakily.

Do you know where you are, sir? asked the purser quietly.

Of course, Aberdeen! I’m going home!

We just landed in Baku, sir, you’re in Azerbaijan, he replied.

Eh? What? Oh yes, I remember…Zhanna?

I’m here, my love, we’ll get you to the hotel soon, don’t worry…

Can you walk, sir? asked the purser.

Yes, of course! cried Matt indignantly.

He hoisted himself up from his seat by grabbing the one in front of him and stood up on his good leg, grimacing in pain, then leaned over the seat as Zhanna handed him the walking stick.

We must go, Matt; we must get through to other side…

He tried to walk with the stick and hobbled up the aisle of the plane towards the exit, using the backs of the seats to aid his progress as she struggled with their hand baggage. He got to the doorway and a man in a hi-vis vest with a walkie-talkie stared at him, then opened the wheelchair and held out his hand.

Thanks mate, appreciated… said Matt as he sat down.

You’re welcome, sir. Let’s get you sorted out. First, it’s immigration, do you have a visa?

No, but there should be a message from my company, it’s taken care of…supposedly.

I see, in that case it should be simple enough. Are you okay?

Yeah, I’ll make it, I just need a doctor…What’s your name?

Anar, the man replied.

I’m Matt and this beautiful girl is Zhanna, said Matt, wincing again at the pain in his leg.

He wondered at the condition of his stab-wound and what it would look like when the bandage was removed, then shuddered at the thought. They had escaped Kazakhstan, but at a cost, and he cursed Bibigul for her stupidity. He wondered again why she had stabbed him as he looked up at Zhanna, who seemed to have her beautiful dark brown eyes fixed upon him as he tried to smile back at her.

Smile not working, my love, she uttered, too much the pain for you.

At least, I tried! I’m sorry, I feel sick…

I know, not be sick, be brave like you tell me and we be in hotel soon. Not worry…

All the numbers are in my note book, will you call for me? he asked.

Of course! I will phone to doctor when we are in hotel. I tell you not worry!

"I love you darlinka," he answered.

I know and I love you also, now be quiet!

Anar wheeled him through into the immigration hall of the terminal building, past all the queues of people waiting in lines, and straight to the booth at the far end, then spoke in Azeri to the official. Matt dropped his attention from what was happening and didn’t even try to understand what was being said. Zhanna spoke to the man and he got up and walked towards a small office behind him, then returned with papers in his hand.

Duncan George Matthew? he asked as he looked at the document in his hand.

Yes, Matthew George Duncan, he replied.

Yes, is okay, give me passport, he demanded calmly.

Matt handed it to him and he stamped it.

Thirty days. Miss Malekova?

Zhanna handed him her passport and he stamped it, then gave them both their passports back.

Enjoy your time in Azerbaijan, he said as he waved them through and directed them towards baggage reclaim.

That was very easy! exclaimed Anar, smiling. Let’s get you out of here! If you take wheelchair, Miss Zhanna, I will get trolley for luggage.

She replied in what Matt assumed was Kazakh or Azeri, as Anar marched away and Zhanna continued to wheel him towards the only baggage carousel that was moving.

There’s my suitcase! exclaimed Matt.

Mine also, we go now…only customs….

She grabbed the handle of his case then dragged it off the carousel, then did the same with her own as Anar arrived with the trolley.

Let me miss, he said as he took Matt’s case and lifted it, heavy!

Zhanna put her case beside his, then put their hand baggage on top and returned to Matt, who had slumped back into unconsciousness.

Not long now, my love, she said softly.

She wheeled him to the customs desk and the officer looked at her, then at Matt.

He looks sick! he exclaimed.

Yes, has fever, not disease. Matt? Waken up! Matt!

Eh…? Dwayne? Where are you? he asked.

Dwayne not here Matt, only me.

Sir? You have anything to declare? asked the officer.

Only my love for this beautiful girl! he answered lethargically.

The officer laughed and nodded his head in confirmation. I can see why. Go!

Thanks… he replied, and Zhanna wheeled him away quickly with Anar following them, pushing the baggage trolley as they headed hastily towards the exit.

As the sliding door opened to the outside world, Zhanna looked around her to see a scruffy old man holding a card which read "Valeco Matt."

Matt? What is the Valeco? You know this word? asked Zhanna.

Yes, it’s the company I work for…

Okay! Mr Nils send car for us! Let’s go! she cried, smiling at him and pointing Anar towards the old man as she waved at him.

He led them to his car and opened the boot, then started to load their luggage. Matt pulled out his wallet and handed Zhanna a twenty-dollar bill.

For Anar, he said quietly, he’s a good man.

Yes, my love, she replied as she handed the banknote to Anar.

Thank you, sir, he said, smiling as he lifted Zhanna’s case into the boot of the car.

You’re welcome, my friend, thank you for helping us.

Come, said the old man, sit in front, sir, easier for you.

What’s your name? asked Matt.

Dilavar, he replied. Mr Nils send me for you.

Great! Is this your car?

Yes sir, old but good! he laughed.

Mercedes will run forever if you keep the oil clean… he stated as he shuffled into the seat and Zhanna got in behind him. Anar waved at them as he turned away, pushing the empty wheelchair.

I take you Radisson, okay? Thirty minutes, traffic no problems, said Dilavar.

Matt decided that he liked the old man immediately, despite the fact that he was in desperate need of a bath. The car was spotless but Dilavar was not, and Matt thought that the fact was relevant as he giggled. There was a very good chance that there was no running water where he lived, and if there was, it certainly wouldn’t be hot.

I wonder if you could do me a favour? asked Matt.

Sir?

I need to get local sim cards for our phones, and credit, lots of credit. Can you get for me?

Of course, sir, said Dilavar. I will bring to hotel for you. Here is my card, call me when you need to go out or if you need anything brought to you. I am here to help you, any time of day or night. Mr Nils good man and always help me. I take you hotel then I go for Doctor Ali and bring him to your room, okay?

Perfect! Thanks, Dilavar, I hope we’re not any trouble for you…

No sir, no trouble, ever!

As the drive into town continued, Zhanna sparked a conversation with the old man in a foreign language and Matt reverted to a state of unconsciousness.

Is Mr Matt okay Miss?

No, he has a fever, which means that his wound is infected and he needs a doctor. I’m not taking him to hospital here, we can’t and I wouldn’t anyway. These idiots would probably amputate!

Doctor Ali will know what to do. Mr Nils spoke to him already.

Zhanna didn’t answer him and sat in silence for the remainder of the journey, wondering just how good Doctor Ali was, where he was trained and for how long he had been qualified. Her concerns tore at her as the tears ran down her face.

Don’t cry Miss, everything will be fine, said Dilavar, looking at her sadly through the rear-view mirror. He drove up to the front of the hotel and looked across at Matt, then turned to her.

Give me a moment Miss, I’ll get this sorted out with the staff.

Two men in waistcoats emerged from the hotel ten minutes later, one pushing a wheelchair, the other wheeling a large baggage trolley. Zhanna got out of the car, then opened the boot. She barked orders at the two staff as Dilavar reappeared and watched patiently, then Zhanna turned her attention to Matt and opened the car door.

Matt? Come on Matt, we arrive at hotel. We need to get you inside!

Urrgh, he groaned, let me sleep…

No, you must wake up! Come on, I help you…

The man with the wheelchair looked at her then grabbed Matt’s arm and pulled, then turned to Dilavar and spoke in Azeri. They managed to manipulate him half out of the car as he tried desperately to resist them.

Matt! cried Zhanna, they’ve got whisky!

Okay, let me get out goddammit! he replied as he tried to turn in the seat and grimaced at the pain, then groaned again.

They picked him up under the arms and manoeuvred him into the wheelchair awkwardly as he gave them a tirade of curses, then he saw Zhanna and smiled.

We’re going home, my beautiful girl!

Yes, my love, soon…

The suite on the fifteenth floor was one of the finest hotel rooms he had ever seen. There had been no check-in or any delays of any kind, they took him straight to the suite and Dilavar made his apologies and left, as the bellboy positioned their luggage in front of the large built-in wardrobes.

Thank you, said Zhanna as she handed the man a ten-dollar bill from Matt’s wallet.

We made it… said Matt as he lay down on the huge bed.

Yes, my love, Doctor coming soon, rest, she replied as she opened her suitcase and began to unpack.

By the time she had completed her task, everything was neatly hung up or folded and stored in the drawers, then she turned and looked at him. The green hue had returned to his skin and he had lapsed back into unconsciousness. There was nothing she could do but wait, and she wondered why Dilavar was taking so long. It had been twenty minutes and he still wasn’t back.

The bell rang half an hour later and she rushed to the door and opened it to see Dilavar standing there with another man and a woman.

Come in, she said, you are Doctor?

Yes, came the reply, I am Ali, and this is Zeynab, she’s my nurse. Okay, let’s see him…

He put his bag down on the floor gently as he sat on the bed beside Matt and looked at him, then looked up at Zeynab, who seemed to know instinctively what he wanted her to do. She pulled off his boots gently, then began undoing his belt and unfastening his jeans while Zhanna looked on blankly, seemingly devoid of emotion.

Doctor Ali opened his bag and began putting various items on the bedside cabinet, then prepared a syringe from a small vial. He viewed the dressing on Matt’s leg briefly then told her to remove it as he waited, poised to give the injection. Zeynab cut the dressing off with a pair of scissors, then gasped as she saw the wound.

Hmmm, he should be in hospital, remarked Ali as he discharged the syringe into Matt’s leg just above his wound. He reached into his bag again and prepared another syringe, then looked at Zhanna.

First was the pain killer, morphine, and this one is an antibiotic. This situation is hardly ideal from a medical point of view, but we must do what we can right here and now. Zeynab, we must prep him, get him laid out flat, I’ll have to open it, there’s no other way. We must get the poison out. Dila? I need you to bring all the cases from the car, we’ll have to set this up quickly…

Tell me what you’re doing Doctor! What do you mean? asked Zhanna frantically.

I have to operate or he’ll lose the leg. We must try to contain the infection. Don’t worry, we have all the necessary equipment and with a little luck he’ll be fine.

Luck! You’re telling me you need luck?

No young lady, it’s a figure of speech. Now, it really would be better for you if you didn’t watch this, so find out if there’s something on TV and try not to worry.

How can I watch TV? I’m staying! she insisted angrily.

If you must, but don’t interfere or ask any questions, we will do what we can.

Within twenty minutes, the preparations had been made and a drip had been set up, monitors were in place and the wires were attached to Matt’s body. He was laid out flat on a clear plastic sheet and they had covered his body in a surgical gown with only his leg visible. The doctor and his nurse were changed into surgical apparel and were wearing masks and gloves.

Okay Zeynab, you ready? asked Ali.

Yes, let’s get it! she replied enthusiastically.

Ali took the scalpel and made an incision through Matt’s leg-wound and a gush of blood and pus seeped out. Zhanna winced at the sight then pinched her nose as she turned away and walked through into the living room. She understood now what Ali had meant; this was not for the feint-hearted and although she didn’t consider herself to be so, the smell was awful. She reached for the remote control and sat down on the sofa.

The movie was half-way through when Ali appeared in the doorway.

Miss Zhanna?

Is he okay?

We’re finished for now but I need you to administer another injection in four hours, can you do that?

Yes, of course. Where? she asked.

In his behind will do it, and if he awakens in pain you can give him these tablets, two every four hours. I’ll be back tomorrow to check on him, around eleven o’clock. Absolutely no alcohol, only water, and if he’s hungry he should eat. An appetite is a good sign.

Thanks doctor. What are his chances?

Only time will tell. I believe we got it and the antibiotics should be taking effect, so we’ll know tomorrow. His fever seems to be gone and his temperature is normal, so that’s encouraging.

Thank you so much, I don’t know what to say…

Nothing to say Miss, I’m sure he’ll be back to normal soon, but he must rest and stay off his feet. No walking and his toilet must be the bed-pan for now, it’s there on the floor beside the bed, sorry.

No problem, I will look after him, but what caused this? I thought that our doctor at the camp had fixed it.

The worst thing was the burn on his leg. It seems that was what caused the infection.

I see. They did that to stop the bleeding…

Yes, I know. People sometimes think that what they see in movies is the right thing to do.

Cowboys? Zhanna laughed.

Exactly! I’ll see you tomorrow. If something unexpected happens, call me. He should be okay, he’ll sleep and if he says he’s hungry when he wakens up, as I said, it’s a good sign. Goodnight Miss Zhanna, get some rest.

Thank you so much, goodnight.

She walked through into the bedroom as the door closed, and all traces of Ali and Zeynab’s visit were gone, except for the bed-pan on the floor and the medication on top of the bedside cabinet. She looked at Matt then sat on the bed beside him, leaned over and kissed him, then spoke in her native Kazakh.

Please God, keep him safe. Send him your angels to watch over him this night, bring him back to me…

He stirred slightly then moaned, and as she held his hand in hers, he gripped tightly.

Sleep, my love, sleep. Angels watch over you now…sleep.

Zhanna…

Yes, my love, I’m here…sleep.

She got up and dragged one of the armchairs from the living room through into the bedroom and positioned it facing the bed so that she could see him clearly. She took a blanket and a pillow from the storage cupboard between the bathrooms, switched off the lights, then settled herself into the chair.

Four hours… she said to herself as she drifted into a deep dreamless sleep.

A line of light invaded the room through the break in the curtains as she awoke and looked at her watch. It was 7.30 a.m. and she realised that she was late. She got up from the chair and stretched herself, then reached for the vial and looked at it. Removing the syringe from the packet and the protective cover from the needle, she loaded the clear liquid then looked at him. The green tinge on his skin had gone, and he seemed to be sleeping normally.

Administering the injection wasn’t a complicated task, but he was lying on his back. Doctor Ali had told her to inject him in his behind, so she knew that intra-muscular was required. She lifted the duvet away to reveal his left thigh, then looked at his right leg and the bandage. There was no sign of any blood, it looked clean as she pushed the needle into the top of his thigh, as near to his buttock as she could get. She discharged the liquid quickly, removed the needle and Matt groaned, then opened his eyes.

Zhanna? What are you doing?

The doctor told me to give you this injection, I’m sorry to wake you, my love.

That’s okay, how are you doing? he asked.

I am about to asking you same thing! How you feel?

Starving and my mouth tastes like shit! he answered, smiling at her.

Okay, orange juice in fridge bar, I get for you. You need go pee-pee? she asked, holding up the bedpan.

You’re kidding, right?

No, my love, must not walk, Doctor Ali say use this, is okay?

Matt shuffled himself upright on his elbows into a sitting position as she arranged the pillows behind him and he whipped back the duvet and moved his legs to get the bedpan into position. She turned her head away and he laughed.

What’s wrong Zhanna? You’ve seen it before!

Yes, but watching pee-pee not sexy! Tell me you finish and I take.

She shook her head at the sound of his urine on the stainless steel.

Yuch! she cried and he laughed again.

Wait until it’s a number two!

What is meaning? she asked.

Poo-poo, my love, not pee-pee!

Oh no! she exclaimed in disgust as he laughed and she got up and headed towards the living room.

Orange juice okay, I can order the breakfast?

"Yes darlinka, bring it on!" he called back to her.

She laughed at the apparent success of Doctor Ali as she remembered his words. She lifted the phone and pressed the button.

Allo? I would like to order breakfast for two people please…and I need one of those tray things for eating in bed…

Ali arrived just after eleven o’ clock as promised, by which time Matt had watched CNN News go around more than three times.

Hey Doc! How’s it going? he asked.

That’s what I came here to ask you. How do you feel?

I feel good but I’m bored lying here in bed…

Perhaps a game of tennis?

Hmmm, I don’t think I’m quite ready for that, and I don’t play tennis anyway. It would be good to go outside, have a look around, maybe see if there’s a market?

You will stay in bed, at least for a few days. Now, let’s take a look at your leg…

Matt watched him as he removed the dressing and examined the wound.

Looks pretty good, Zeynab’s stitches are holding well, do you feel any pain?

No, not really, just a kind of tightness and a dull ache. It’s not nearly as painful as yesterday.

Good! I’ll replace the dressing and if anything changes you can call me, but you stay in bed. Nils told me you would argue, and he said if necessary that I was to tie you up!

That’s so nice and friendly, but not required Doc, I’ll stay put, I promise.

Miss Zhanna? You heard all this? he asked.

Yes, Doctor Ali, I’ll make sure he does as he’s told.

Then I’ll see you tomorrow at the same time.

Ten minutes later he was gone and Zhanna looked at Matt curiously.

Well? What now?

Back to the TV, I guess, I’ll find something to watch. Why don’t you go and have a walk, there’s no point in you being locked up in here too? If you find the market you can get me some dried apricots and a bag of those sugared walnuts. Baku is famous for this stuff, and buy some baklava if you see any. We can have tea!

You’ve been here before?

Yes, of course. It was only for a few days but Baku isn’t like Aktau, there are lots of good places here. You could bring me some cold Heineken as well. There’s a bar just along the street and I know the owner, Dave, a Scottish guy. Tell him it’s me. You’ll see the flag outside; it’s called the Caledonian.

No alcohol! declared Zhanna.

What? A beer won’t hurt anything…

Forget it! No alcohol. You’re on antibiotics and they don’t go well together.

Spoilsport!

Do you want to get better or not?

Better!

Then do as you’re told! I’ll go and find some nice things and if you even think about the fridge-bar I will kill you!

Matt looked at her face and deduced that she was serious.

I get it! Okay? he replied angrily.

She laughed and then looked at him with compassion in her eyes.

It’s not for long and it will be worthwhile. You have to wait, my love. Get better quickly then we can go.

"Yes darlinka, I know. I’m going to phone Nils soon and find out what’s happening."

Good! Maybe he can talk the sense into you! See you later, she replied, then she walked out.

Matt picked up his notebook and found the number, then dialled.

"Heidhu!" came the answer.

Hannah, my love! he replied, giggling.

Is this the wounded soldier?

Yes, my darling, the very one. How are you?

I’m fine. When are you coming to see us? Soon I hope.

That’s why I called. Is Nils there?

Yes, my sweet, just a moment…Nils! It’s Matthew for you!

Matt?

Hi Nils, how’s things?

Lots of news yesterday, but most importantly, how are you? Ali called me and he explained everything, he said the infection was bad, but he seems a bit more confident now. Are you in any pain?

No, not really, it’s a bit uncomfortable but being stuck in this bed is boring; apart from that I feel pretty good. I hope to be up and about soon, depending on what Ali says. He’s got Zhanna primed, and man, she’s strict!

At last! Someone who can control Matt Duncan? No…is it possible? Nils laughed.

Believe me, she was trained by the Gestapo! So? What’s the buzz in Doha?

That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. Khalifa called me yesterday then he put Ahmed on the phone. He wants you to go there to report to him. He wants all the details of what happened from you, in person.

Woah! Hang on! I can write a report for him, surely I don’t have to go there?

That’s what I said, but he’s adamant, he wants you there. Listen, this will be five-star all the way. He will send his jet to pick you up and after that you can expect the best of everything. Obviously Zhanna goes with you, but more than that, you will be treated like royalty, and there are a few surprises in store.

I hate surprises! I even hate Christmas! Fuck! Nils, can you get me out of this?

Not even if I wanted to. You deserve it, trust me, it will be the most amazing thing that you’ve ever experienced. Khalifa told me a bit about it all after Ahmed gave the phone back to him. I don’t know anything about Zhanna, but she’s Kazakh and she will be blown away by it. So, now you have to wait for the all-clear from Doctor Ali, do as you’re told for once, and let me know when you’re ready to travel.

When will I see you? asked Matt.

Soon, don’t worry, everything will unfold in time. Doha first, okay?

Yes sir, did you speak to Jack?

He called me last night and all I can tell you is that we laughed a lot! Dwayne and Tommy send their best and the guys are getting ready to go home. Quest are preparing a legal case in the meantime and that’s why Ahmed needs you. He’ll want a written report too, but he stressed the importance of having you there so that you can answer any questions and fill in the blanks. Don’t worry Matt, he’s a great guy, but remember the Middle East protocols, no swearing, long sleeves, respect…and Zhanna, no short skirts or busty tops!

She won’t like that! he laughed.

Oh, I think she’ll be happy enough with what’s waiting for her in Qatar. She will be treated like a queen!

Oh, hell no! That’s all I need!

Now, do as you’re told and I expect a call in a few days. Get well! Nils laughed.

Yes sir. Bye Nils.

He hung up the phone and cursed. There was no way out of this. Mr Ahmed always got what he wanted and his word was law. Might be interesting though, he thought, as he considered the culture of the Middle Eastern countries. No alcohol? Yeah, right! There was always alcohol and the food was usually excellent. He thought that Doha would probably be like Dubai, marble and gold everywhere, the women dressed in black like penguins and the men that looked like ghosts at a Halloween party in their white robes and Arab headgear. Seeing Maseratis, Ferraris and every expensive luxury car on the planet was normal. At first, it amazed, then it simply became a fact of life. The hotels were among the most opulent anywhere in the world, and the best of everything was to be expected.

We’ll see… he said to himself as he picked up the phone again and dialled.

Hello? Who is this?

Hello Mum, it’s Matt, how are you?

Matt? Matt who? she asked.

Matthew, your son!

Oh! Hello Matthew, it’s great to hear your voice. I’m just doing some baking for later; I’m having a few friends over and Tom and Winnie are coming! You remember them, don’t you?

Yes Mum, of course. So, everything is okay?

Yes dear, everything’s fine. Where are you?

I’m in Baku at the moment but I hope to be home soon. I’ve met a very beautiful girl so I’ll be bringing her to meet you. We plan to get married soon, so we’ll need you to organise things for us, I know how good you are at planning parties!

This is wonderful news! What’s her name?

Zhanna, she’s from Kazakhstan.

Is that near Dundee?

Yes Mum, not far. I’m so glad you’re okay and I’ll let you know when we’re on the way home.

Yes dear, I’ll tell Agnes you said hello.

Please do. Is she okay?

She’s fine dear, but she tends to forget things. She’s getting old you know…

We all are Mum, but I look forward to seeing you. Take care, I love you.

I love you too, now I’ve got to go, the oven’s ready.

She hung up and he considered it a huge improvement on his last call to her.

Good days and bad days? Probably… he said to himself as he put the receiver down.

He looked at his watch and it was 2.20 p.m.

Lunch time! he exclaimed as he picked up the phone again.

Room service, how can I help you?

Ahhh…yes…now then, I’ll start with the prawns in garlic butter, then a rib-eye steak, medium rare, fried potatoes, mushrooms, fried onions, garnish…whatever. Dessert? Hmmm…yes, what do you suggest?

Well, sir, we have various cheesecakes, fruit salad, profiteroles, chocolate mousse…

"Okay, strawberry cheesecake and a chocolate mousse, then coffee, black, and a bottle of Sangiovese…yes, Vino Nobile di Montepulciano if you have it…"

Yes sir, of course. About twenty minutes, sir?

Perfect! said Matt as he hung up then sighed.

Gotta make the most of this! Fine dining in bed? Absolutely! Who could ask for more…? Right! Movie time, let’s see what’s on? he asked himself, smiling as he reached for the remote control…

The doorbell rang and he smiled as he looked towards the entrance of the room.

It’s open! Come in!

The waiter wheeled the trolley into the room and started to uncover each plate as Matt divided his attention between James Bond and the preparations.

Where’s the wine? he asked.

I’m very sorry, sir, Miss Zhanna left strict instructions, no alcohol under any circumstances.

What the fuck? How do expect me to eat all this without a good red wine to wash it down? This is outrageous! I’ll be speaking to the manager about this!

I’m sorry, sir, that won’t do you any good either, she threatened him and told him that she would eh…cut off his…eh…manhood…if one drop of alcohol passed your lips.

Damn that woman! How the fuck could she do this to me?

Damn who Matthew? asked Zhanna, standing in the doorway.

Eh, nobody, my love, just eh…

He wanted wine, didn’t he? she asked the waiter as she surveyed the plates.

Y-Y-Yes Miss Zhanna, he stuttered.

Get out! she screamed at him, I’ll take it from here.

Yes Miss Zhanna, sorry Miss Zhanna… he replied, bowing and backing slowly out of the room.

You cannot be trusted! You promised me! she cried angrily.

I did not promise you! he argued. You threatened me!

So, you want to die now? I will kill you!

Zhanna, I’m sorry, I was only joking!

No, you not make the jokings! You wanted to drink and I tell you no!

Forgive me, my beautiful girl, I’m sorry…

Not make the sad eyes at me! Not working! Eat your lunch before cold! Apple juice?

So cruel! Apple juice? Are you fucking serious? You…

One more word and I will kill you! Eat!

She turned and walked out and he wondered what he had let himself in for, then decided that he had made a mistake, he should have chosen Marzhan. No, that was a crazy thought; he knew that Zhanna was everything to him, he loved her deeply, even if she had deprived him of the fine Toscano.

He smiled as he began devouring the garlic prawns and returned his attention to the James Bond movie that he had already seen more than twice before.

Three more days of bed rest seemed more like three months, as his patience diminished completely. Zhanna simply barked orders at him, telling him what he could and couldn’t do. She was still kind and compassionate towards him, displaying her love for him by kissing him and holding his hand, but she understood his frustration as she laid down the law every moment of every day.

Day four brought Ali’s scheduled visit at 11 a.m. and Matt looked at him in despair.

How much longer do I have to suffer this? I’m sick of lying in this bed!

Okay then, you think you know better than everyone else…let’s see…put your feet on the floor for me.

Matt swivelled himself round in the bed, then manipulated himself upright on his hands as he sat and stared at Ali angrily. As he moved his legs, he pretended that there was no pain. He shuffled himself towards the edge of the bed, then dropped his feet onto the thick carpet and smiled.

So? Stand up! You think you’re ready? Stand! demanded Ali.

Matt was unsure of his stability and he became immediately nervous of transferring his weight to his legs. I have to do this or I’ll be in this damn bed forever, he thought, as he leaned forward and straightened up, standing beside the bed.

Very good! Now, walk to the door…

Where’s my walking stick Zhanna? he asked irritably.

You need it? asked Ali, you won’t admit it, but it hurts, doesn’t it?

A bit, replied Matt, trying to keep the pain from showing on his face.

Okay, the infection seems to be cured and the pain you feel is because of the internal damage the knife caused. If you were in a hospital, they would tell you that you needed to stay in bed for the next two weeks at least, then perhaps they would remove the stitches, but you? Of course, you’re tough! You can heal faster than anyone else! Just like Nils said, you’re impossible!

Matt was determined as he limped slowly towards the door. Zhanna stood in the doorway watching him, and seemed to be ready to catch him if he fell forward. He looked into her eyes and smiled, renewing his feelings of love for her. His thoughts wandered as he remembered the way she had acted back at the camp, her bravery, her determination and resolve. The next four paces were painless and he stood in front of her, then put his arms around her.

Hello, my beautiful girl!

She replied with a mouthful of angry Kazakh, then kissed him sweetly.

What was that all about? Translate! he demanded.

She shook her head dismally and didn’t answer, then looked at Ali.

Don’t ask me, Zhanna, you know what I’m going to say!

Yes, of course Doctor Ali, he should stay in the bed, but he won’t! You know we must go to Doha?

Yes, I know. Matthew? Walk back to me now and sit down on the bed. Let’s take a look at those stitches again, then we’ll see. I know this is far too soon, you should stay in bed and rest but if you’re very careful, I suppose you could travel…

Ali removed the bandage from his leg, then the gauze that covered the stitched incision he had made. The wound looked clean, with only a slight redness around the cut. He touched the stitches in the centre of the line and Matt winced slightly then gasped.

Still tender, of course. You might think you’re some kind of super hero but nobody can heal a wound like this in four days. Why can’t you just relax, take advantage of the rest, get healthy…

I have things to do! I can’t sit around here forever! I want to get to Doha and get it over with so I can go home!

I’ll make a deal with you. No more bedpan, you can get up and go to the toilet. You can take the bandage off and have a shower but keep the wound as dry as you can. Zhanna can replace the bandage and in three days we’ll see how you are and then decide. Okay?

Three more days? Bwah…Okay then, I suppose so, it’s a deal.

Keep taking the tablets, no alcohol! said Ali sternly.

Yes Doc, of course.

Zhanna? Don’t let him drink! No beer, no wine. Stick with juice.

"If he tries, I will beat him with Deda’s walking stick!" replied Zhanna, laughing.

Bloody sadist! replied Matt despondently.

I’ll see you tomorrow as usual. Behave yourself Matt, please…?

Yes Doc, but I can’t even smoke a cigarette in here, bloody rules!

You can go to the window and smoke, I won’t tell, but do you know smoking is bad for your health?

Give me a break here Doc! I’m…

Goodbye Matt, see you tomorrow!

Ali nodded at Zhanna, then got up and walked out.

Another three days? This is torture! I haven’t been anywhere here, seen any of the people that I made friends with, eaten any barbecued chicken or mimosa salad, or even had one fucking beer! I love Baku, there’s so much happening here, I want to go out! cried Matt in anguish.

You can’t, my love! You must rest! It won’t be long now; you must have the patience! replied Zhanna. If you tell me where to go, maybe I could get the take-away for you? Can you remember?

I know where it is, but I can’t remember the name of the place…It’s a Turkish restaurant…yes, from the front door here you turn left and walk along past the Caley, then take the second right towards the square. It’s on the right-hand side next to the jewellery place, I think it was called Captain Silver? Yes.

I will find and bring back for you, okay?

It won’t be the same without the wine!

No wine! Now stop this Matthew, you make it harder for you. I try help!

I know baby, I’m sorry. Thank you, you’re so sweet…

Hmmpt! Now behave, I will get the nice chicken for the lunch.

She got up and put her coat on, then walked out as Matt tried to console himself with the television.

More crap! Is there nothing decent to watch on this fucking thing? Eh? James Cagney? You must be joking! This is bullshit! Nils…get me the fuck outta here!

He picked up the phone and dialled.

The coffee’s ready! Stop screaming at me! Hello?

I wasn’t screaming and I’ve already had my coffee, so why are you yelling…? asked Matt, smiling at the thought of her.

Matt? This idiot is driving me crazy! How are you, my love? asked Hannah.

Better now because I hear your sweet voice! he laughed.

Hang on…I’ll get Attila the Hun for you…Nils! Phone! she cried.

The bang that he heard was the phone being dropped on the table and he giggled to himself as he pictured Hannah’s rage. She was hard work at the best of times, and if she was in a mood, she was unbearable. She was still one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen, but Nils was right, she was very high maintenance.

Matt? How are you? asked Nils.

Much better. Ali says I’ll be ready to travel on Saturday.

Great, I’ll pass it on and get things organised for you. How’s Zhanna?

She’s fine really, everyone’s terrified of her since she threatened to cut the hotel manager’s balls off.

What?

Yeah, I tried to get a drink and she had all the staff primed. No alcohol or the wrath of the Cossack Queen will rain down upon you!

Well, somebody has to keep you right, so do as you’re told! Nils laughed.

Come on Nils, not you too! Give me a break!

Ali told me, so you’re under orders and Zhanna has my full support!

I thought you were my friend! replied Matt angrily.

I am! It’s for your own good you moron! If you kill the antibiotics with alcohol, you’ll get sick again, so listen to what the doctor tells you!

Yes boss…

Okay, I’ll call Khalifa and get you set up. Goodbye Matt.

Bye Nils, give my love to Hannah…

Forget it! replied Nils as the line went dead.

Matt laughed as he tried to picture the scene. Yes, not a happy household this morning…

The remaining three days dragged by, and Ali arrived to pay his final visit as Zhanna began to pack their cases.

So…? How does it feel? asked Ali as he prodded the stitches with his finger.

Sadist! You knew that would hurt me but you did it anyway! What the fuck ever happened to ‘do no harm?’

That’s for real doctors, I’m a fake.

I don’t believe you because I know you’re very good.

Good is one thing, licensed is another. You can travel and I’ll be glad to see the back of you.

That’s nice Ali, you know I love you so much, I mean, your bedside manner is so kind and compassionate, I’ll miss you…

Yes Matthew, just as much as I will miss you. Finish the course of tablets. The wound is dry, so no more dressings and you can get some quack in Doha to take your stitches out with a hacksaw.

Hmmm, interesting…don’t you mean a chainsaw?

Whatever…Goodbye Matthew, it’s been fun.

Thanks Ali, I mean it, for everything…

You’re welcome.

Ali got up and walked towards the door then turned and looked at him, then shook his head in dismay and walked out.

Zhanna! he cried.

I am here! Not shouting!

We can go! I’ll be glad to leave this damn hotel room!

Is beautiful suite. You are so not grateful and very selfish!

What? That’s not true! If you had been confined to this damn bed, you’d be fed up with it too!

Maybe yes, maybe no! she replied angrily.

Look! We’ll be in Doha soon, then we can go to Scotland. Aren’t you excited?

Maybe yes, maybe no!

Oh Jesus! Here we go again…

The past few days had been a test of their relationship and Matt knew that she was tired of his constant moaning and complaining. She had tried everything that she could to keep him happy,