Freedom to Rule

1945,a distant cousin of the Russian Leader Josef Stalin was gifted with an ancient safe house, deep within the alps, accessible only through a series of underground tunnels and was invisible from the air.

The months spent there slowly dragged on into years, and as Mikael Stvanagratz grew bored several of the nearby villages, nestled within the mountain peaks, began reporting the disappearance of several teenage girls, ranging from thirteen through to seventeen years of age.
They were never found.

Mikael strode through the ancient corridors of the protected manor, admiring the skill of the artwork and sculptures decorating the safe house. Mikael turned left into his study and sat in a luxurious leather chair that creaked with age as he sat upon it. His middle-age hands felt the smooth oak desk, fingers tracing the lines within the wood. Then, his fingers paused upon three red switches situated underneath the desk, screwed onto the underside of the overhanging ledge.

His finger twitched above the middle switch, and a faint buzzing followed. Soon after, a second buzz replied, and, satisfied, Mikael leaned back into the chair and closed his eyes.

A few minutes later, Mikael’s day dreaming was interrupted by an abrupt knock at the far end of the study, and Katrina, one of the few serving staff to have accompanied Mikael to the safe house, walked in silently.
Mikael opened his eyes and admired her body. The good side of thirty, Katrina was one of the few in the house who was allowed certain leeway of the rules Mikael had set in place as his boredom had slowly grown.

Mikael’s rules were simple.