It was Christmas Eve, the day that Mila had looked forward to for so long. She was to be released from prison and be free for the first time in over two years.
She hugged her cellmate Greta tightly. Mila would miss her friend terribly, but what could she do? She desperately needed her freedom and would fly to Kyiv the next morning, She was a proud Ukrainian woman and would join the Army and serve her country. Her brother and an uncle had already given their lives in Putin’s insane war.
Greta was in prison for murder. She had killed her partner Steve with a carving knife after she found out that he had been unfaithful to her with a neighbour and supposed friend.
Steve had always been a serial womaniser, and few women were immune to his smooth-tongued advances. Greta had told him after the last affair that if it happened again, she would kill him. He did not believe her, a fatal mistake.
The Judge had sympathy for Greta but still sent her down for life when she was found guilty of the murder of Steve. She had received the minimum term proscribed by law, which was twelve years, and with good behaviour, she would be out in eight
Greta had been much more than a cellmate to Mila. As well as her lover, she was a friend, protector, and bodyguard. Mila doubted if she could have survived the last two years 'banged up' in prison if Greta had not taken her under her protective wing. Prison is full of predators who are always looking for a new victim to prey upon.
So when Mila found out that she was to be released on licence on Christmas Eve, she was sad to be leaving Greta but, at the same time, elated at regaining her freedom. The past two and a half years had been a nightmare from which she would shortly awake.
She had been a beautiful and successful courtesan travelling all over the globe, meeting and fucking wealthy clients for large sums of money. She could be in Dubai one week and Los Angeles the next. It was an unimaginable party life for a young girl from a grimy industrial town in Ukraine.
And then Sergei had come along, a clever, handsome Lothario in an Armani suit. He had persuaded Mila to steal credit cards from her wealthy clients, which Sergei had processed through his Russian mafia connections. But the police had been on to them all along, and Sergei and Mila had both been arrested and charged. Sergei had received a five-year sentence, and Mila got three years.
She had gotten the prison governor's okay to fly out on one of the few flights to Kyiv on Christmas Day, but first, she would revert to her former profession and perform a service for her beloved Greta.
During their weekly visits, Mila met Greta's mother, Helena, and only brother, Gus. She had liked both immediately, and they liked her. Helena was a big woman with a temper just like her daughter, but also just as quick with a joke and a lovely smile.
Gus was also a big lad of eighteen. He had been a premature baby, which had left him with lifelong special needs. But he was a good-looking, friendly sort who seemed to have fallen madly in love with the beautiful, former call girl Mila, much to Greta's amusement. She joked that Mila should be the one who took her brother's cherry.
What started as a joke became a reality when Mila got her release papers and discovered that she was to be set free on Christmas Eve. Greta told Mila that she could stay at her place on the night of her release as the flight to Kyiv departed early on Christmas morning, and her flat was only minutes from Heathrow. Mila thanked her and told Greta that she would make a man of Gus in return. He would have the best night ever in his young life. Greta chuckled and said, 'It would be a Christmas present to remember'.
Christmas Eve dawned bright and cold. Her release procedure went smoothly, apart from the tearful part leaving Greta, which was hard on both. Then she was on the train into London and a rather expensive taxi out to Greta's pad on the edge of town and virtually next to the airport.
Helena was pleased to see Mila, and they hugged warmly. Gus was hopping from one foot to the other in evident excitement and happiness to see his sister's friend. He hugged Mila and kissed her cheek. Mila kissed Gus on the lips, which initially puzzled him, but he enjoyed it and kissed her in return.
Helena was aware of what was to happen later. At first, when Greta told her, she was against it, but Greta brought her around to the idea. It might be one of few chances he would get to go with a beautiful woman, Greta told her mother, and in any case, the boy was eighteen and therefore legally a man, and it was about time that he found out what sex was all about.
Helena knew that Gus masturbated frequently, and she had walked in on him doing it on a couple of occasions, so she knew that his sexual urges were healthy and he was physically able.
Helena had cooked a splendid release celebratory dinner for Mila. It was also a farewell dinner with the departure of Mila to Ukraine and her uncertain future there.
And then, soon enough, it was time for bed. As it was a two-bedroom flat, Helena told her son that tonight, because it was a special night, Mila would sleep with him in her bedroom, and Helena would sleep in her son's bed. This made Gus very happy, but he didn't suspect that the most important events of his young life were about to unfold.