Sitting in his armchair, drink in hand, Sergei Ivanov looked at his daughter, Jay. She was a portrait of her mother. She had an incredible elegance, a perfect beauty and a pronounced love of luxury. She smiled proudly meeting the gaze of her father and said ‘You were right, Dad, our Russian friends were very impressed with our new product’. Jay always had complete confidence in her father. His opinion, his ideas, his words were more important to her than the words of God.
‘Obviously, my daughter’. He said, rising. ‘Our new allies are interested by the prospect of the immortality we offer. After all, they provide bodyguards impervious to pain, who have an unwavering loyalty and they serve a purpose by use of their bodies’ ‘But Father, do we really need them?’ she asked. ‘For now my dear, no. But their group has existed throughout the world for longer than ours and works in somewhat the same direction as the Organization. Their political and financial networks could be useful later’.
He threw his head back and swallow the vodka before continuing. ‘Do not throw away your suitcase my dear child, because your journey is not over. You still have people to convince in many places on this planet. In fact, do you talk freely about our other technology, like TIK, genetic experiments, memory technologies?’
Jay Ivanov went slightly pale, too little for someone other than her father to notice, but enough to attract his attention. Jay was very susceptible to flattery and they both knew this from experience. ‘No, father… I have said nothng about any of these programs, if this was your question’ she asked him with a tone in her voice which indicated that she was a little annoyed. He nodded his head signifying that she had provided the answer he expected. While watching his daughter from the corner of his eye, he asked himself who she would have become, if she had been brought up under the same conditions as the rest of his children.