ANITA WAS SMOKING a cigarette on the balcony of her apartment completely naked when she noticed that an unusual neighbor was staring at her as if in a dream.
She smiled at an approximately thirteen year old boy who was gaping as she spied on him and blew him a kiss while winking seductively his left eye.
— In a few years, beautiful, look for me — she said before reentering the apartment.
Luckily, her lover was still awake talking on the cell phone.
— Yes... of course... excellent service... I need to hang up now... I'll find out the details later...
Anita marveled at the sculptural body of that fantastic man.
— I heard your voice — he said — who were you talking to, dear?
She smiled as if she had just lived a dream.
— With a little admirer.
Martín Gonzalez smiled.
— Exhibitionist as usual.
— What would become of us without being lucky in this life, let's say my little friend had a lucky day.
— I was also very lucky today — said the Prime Minister of Spain, Martín Florian Gonzalez, as he hugged her and carried her to bed again.
ANITA WAKE UP HEARING Martín's voice.
— Sure... I knew I could trust you... yes... I know that, I'll keep an eye on the news... okay... see you soon...
Anita was wrapped in the sheet as she stared at her lover.
— Are you leaving yet? - She said.
— I will, I have a very important meeting with the European Union, the situation at the moment in Spain is delicate, I believe I will achieve a memorable agreement, but I will not see you for a long time, this very night I will travel to South America and resolve a little diplomatic problem, thankfully they are not Muslims, otherwise I would be preparing myself for numerous incidents.
— No problem - she said without showing the slightest emotion in political matters - I hope you can get us out of this uncomfortable situation.
— Me too, honey...
— IT IS A GREAT LOSS for all of us — said the Prime Minister of Spain, Martín Gonzalez, in a global address from Brazil, where he was trying to regain some prestige in front of some presidents — this is not a moment of rancor, everyone knew about it. his above-average ability, the brilliant professional, an exemplary policeman who never had his name among his corporate peers involved in any kind of scandal, Juan Hernandes deserves all the respect and admiration of all Spanish citizens, perhaps the world.
AFTER ANSWERING COUNTLESS, even the most inconvenient, questions, the Prime Minister left and went straight to his makeshift office.
His aide came in.
— Mr. Gonzalez, Miss Camino wants to see you, from her schedule she doesn't have an appointment, but you said...
— Let her in — the Prime Minister said dryly without even looking at his aide.
Aisha Camino entered.
— Good to see you, you're a sight for sore eyes.
— Was it good in Paris?' — Her tone of voice seemed charged with resentment — I hope you had fun with that little bitch.
— Nothing serious, you know I love you, my dear Aisha.
The movement she made was so quick that even Martín's best reflexes couldn't make him dodge, he could barely breathe with her foot squeezing his throat.
— I want her in that ring — her eyes gleamed — her father suffered nothing compared to what I will do to her, that I can guarantee you, to lie in your bed has a price, and this message is for you, you damn — tightened his foot on Martín's neck even more, leaving him completely helpless and starting to get out of breath too — I put you on top of the world, I can put you in hell itself, if you want to.
Aisha took her foot out of her throat, which she finally managed to breathe.
As if she were a cat, she sat on her lap and kissed him fervently.
After the kiss, Martin said.
— I know that killing is a wonderful addiction, Aisha, but leave her alone, we already got what we wanted, we don't have anyone else in our way, now it's a matter of time before we reach our goal.
— No one we know - she said, almost huffing with hate — there will always be someone, Juan would not die without leaving a legacy, you know that for generations they have been trying to catch us, Vrill has been persecuted since the times of the Egyptians.
— But they never caught us, and another, Juan's trusted man was on our side.
— But almost, and that's what worries me, because now many will come to us to know who we really are.
— Almost the same as nothing, and another, the real Führer, is back to take us to the top of the world again.
— There you go dreaming about it again.
— You mean we have an atheist in our midst? — Said a voice that made Aisha's darkest nightmares beautiful dreams.
— You?
Andromacus smiled, satisfied with the effect his presence had.
— It's good to see you again, Aisha.
THE DAYS PASSED WITHOUT ANY PROBLEMS, no one associated the death of Juan Hernandes with the image of Martín Gonzalez, everyone knew that Juan had countless enemies, after all, an honest policeman is synonymous with many enemies.
Everyone associated the death of Juan Hernandes with the famous "Nemesis", but it was difficult to unravel the mystery of the "Sons of the Sun", and another, Juan's murder did not bring a characteristic mark on them, the reason for the murder, perhaps it was the lack of of time, according to some journalists, dreaming about the reasons for the murders. Many experts said that the way did not match, the conclusion was that there was more than one killer.
How could anyone be so creative in such a short space of time?
Politically, things seemed to be taking a favorable turn for the Prime Minister, the European Union had unhindered a Kamikaze loan he had requested. Problems with political factions in Spain also seemed to be resolving smoothly, even after decades of conflict, both sides seemed to be reaching a favorable agreement, everyone was tired of pointless wars and unnecessary deaths.
Europe was going through a delicate financial moment, it was not exclusive to Spain, Greece was desperately crying out for economic help. The ban on the entry of Latin Americans into Spanish territory was not collaborating in negotiations with emerging countries such as Brazil, for example.
Martín imagined that, as Adolf Hitler used his influence against other cultures, he would achieve absolute success, but his decision was a shot in the foot, after all, Europe wanted to get rid of the image of racists they caused during World War II and was remembering the many demons they wanted to extinguish from themselves.
Spain, as a reflection of its leader, was not succeeding in international agreements, nobody wanted to do business with someone who thought only of him, international agreements should be bilateral, both parties would gain something, but the few that were still trying to form an alliance they put so many obstacles in the way that they were blatantly disinterested in closing the deal, and Martin needed to act immediately.
With this "genius" idea – as Aisha once said – in order to leverage jobs for the Spaniards themselves, taking foreigners out of the game, the way would be clear for the owners of the house, but things have flowed differently lately. there was a lot of outside investment, and one of the criteria used for such investments was that there would be free access between countries. His opponents were trying to attack Martín for that gap, but who would be mad to disagree with someone who tried to be so patriotic like that? Protecting his countrymen, but the run of bad luck was so great that even the "good" ideas weren't working.
Despite these small grotesque errors, he was still well regarded by Spanish society as a great politician, a genius of our times, who, despite being involved in so many sex scandals, gambling and illicit movements, managed to master all the accusations, and in a pass by magic, no one else heard of their accusers.
Martín Gonzalez was nicknamed by the mainstream media as "Spanish Bruce Wayne", for being an extraordinarily rich, handsome and single man, he always appeared with different women at each event and once managed to immobilize a robber in a coup that many said was almost from magazines in comics.
His political rise came unexpectedly, he was a fixture at major social events, no one knew absolutely anything about his past, where he came from, who his parents were, or if that was his real name.