Lagoon Air
It is a humid hot evening as a TU-154M rolls to the gate, it is painted in a very clean white with just Lagoon Air written on it, not much to see about it really. The 30 year old plane has no issues coming to a smooth stop and soon the engines spool down as they are being shut off as the uniformed ground crews come in to hook up the ground power and deal with all the other matters at hand.
Passengers disembark from plane smoothly, some travel alone others are talking amongst themselves in groups or pairs and some kids are also in the mix. At the exit stands a woman dressed in a greatcoat, she watches the passengers leave and when the last have done so she walks onto the plane where in the back in cuffs a man is waiting. He reeks of alcohol and has a lovely big bump on his head from when the cabin crew forced him down. “Let me go you bloody witches!” he shouts in some British accent or the other. The out burst ends when the woman in the greatcoat grabs him by his collar and lifts him from the jump seat up to his toes, “Shut up you pathetic worm.” she says and tosses him down the centre ile.
Just as he wants to try and crawl up a combat boot on his back forces him to kiss the carpet again, “Sorry I am late, had idiot making a scene about being late for his flight. I assume this is our latest trouble maker?” a female voice speaks. The woman in the greatcoat turns around, “Indeed two hands, how about you take him along and we can conduct a costumer satisfaction review before we hand him over to the civil servants.”
“Sounds like a plan. Come up you idiot and walk along, you don’t want to cause more trouble believe me. You see out here there are 2 rules, 1 you do not insult the king and 2 you do not cause trouble. You broke rule 2.” The woman addressed as two hands says and the British man manages to get up his feet. “You are all insane, I did nothi…” he starts to shout again, but before he can get far a knee from two hands smashes into his chest sending him collapsing onto the floor again. “British, always the god damn Brits.” two hands notes. “Please don’t make him throw up on the carpet, it is a bitch to clean.” The woman in the greatcoat notes casually as she grabs the man and drags him onto his feet again, “vesti sebya!” she shouts in Russian and it seems the man is either sobering up a little or to much in pain to protest much as he moves along.
Once of the plane they quickly head for one of the doors to the staff hallways, a pair of police officers give them a polite nod and soon they enter an office area. Once there a few heads turn to acknowledge them and then go back to work as they move into a small meeting room where two hands removes the cuffs before pushing him into a chair. “I leave this to you, call me when it is time to hand him over.” the woman in the greatcoat notes and heads out. “You got it Balalaika.”
3 Hours later after a phone call and some activities in the meeting room Balalaika returns, “All done Revy?” she asks ignoring the whimpering man on his chair. “5 Stars across the board, haven’t we earned that Mike or what?” Revy says with a smile as Mike just weakly nods. “Did he settle the score as well?” Balalaika asks, “In full with tip.” Revy replies with the same smile. “Alright I will send him outside then, no need to involve the authorities now is there Mike? I mean getting stuck in a Thai prison really sucks I can tell you.” Mike looks up a little and shakes his head, “No madam no need for that, just please let me go.” Balalaika turns to Revy, “Wonderful, I will escort him out.”
Once they go through the door into the airport proper again Balalaika looks at Mike, “Your bags will be at our service desk post security, have a nice stay and stay out of trouble.” and with that she turns back through the door leaving Mike alone who looks like he is very much regretting his choice of vacation destination.


