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until she has given them a blow job in a curtained booth. They want to feel strong, virile, desirable. But if they see a girl here that looks like their own teenage daughter, some percentage might feel guilty, maybe even call the police.”
    “It was never a problem before. We have lookouts on the street to alert us to the first sign of cops. We get the young ones out of here before the cops even get to the door.”
    “And how many men do you tie up standing around watching for the police? Two? Four? Now multiply that by a dozen clubs,” Arsov said. “It is a huge waste of manpower.”
    Nazarov grunted noncommittally, and Arsov continued.
    “It is all about knowing your customers, Nazarov. There is a different dynamic for the men who patronize the brothels; there is no illusion of romance. And a man who arrives at a brothel with a specific request to fuck children is unlikely to suddenly be stricken by a crisis of conscience.” Arsov smiled. “Besides, customers with those particular tastes will pay a lot more. Why should we let them satisfy their urges here in the back rooms at the same price a normal john pays?”
    “All right, I’ll give you that, but I still don’t like the other changes. London isn’t Prague, and what we were doing before worked just fine.”
    Arsov suppressed a sigh. “Fine as opposed to what? As far as I could tell, you never tried anything different. You hooked all the girls on drugs and then managed them by close confinement, withholding the drugs, and beating them from time to time for no apparent reason. You may think a glassy-eyed, bruised and drugged-out whore is sexy, but I suspect it doesn’t help sustain our clients’ fantasies particularly well, to say nothing of the cost of the drugs. We turn a much better profit by distributing those drugs instead of using them to control the girls.”
    “That’s another thing since you brought up control. I don’t like this new plan at all. I think you’re giving them too much freedom.”
    “On the contrary, we’re making them control themselves, AFTER they’ve earned some freedom,” Arsov said.
    Nazarov looked unconvinced, and Arsov wondered if he’d have to replace the man. Some resistance was to be expected and tolerated, given that Nazarov had obviously been expecting to be promoted to head the London operation. However, Arsov had his limits.
    His main concern was his new underling’s refusal to grasp the obvious — his resistance to the new control plan being a case in point. The concept Arsov had perfected in Prague was brilliant in its application of psychology and elegant in its simplicity. Breaking a girl’s spirit and perfecting her acting skills was only the first step — she still couldn’t be trusted out of direct supervision. And even then, there was always the possibility she might convince some sympathetic customer to contact the police.
    Arsov’s solution was preemptive action. Though she didn’t know it, among each new girl’s first paying customers were Bratstvo men in disguise, alert to any attempt the girl might make at outside contact. If the girl passed that passive test, a Bratstvo ‘john’ would then actively attempt to gain her trust and offer to make outside contact for her. If the girl accepted, the fake john would reveal himself to be one of Arsov’s men and the girl would be punished by repeated water-boarding and other torture that left no physical marks. Testing in a controlled club/brothel situation was repeated until the girl was deemed trustworthy enough to advance to the next level.
    At the next level, a girl was allowed some limited freedom to run errands or perhaps go to lunch at a nearby fast-food restaurant. However, and again, all was not what it seemed. The girl was under continual close surveillance. If she attempted to escape or to contact anyone, she was immediately captured and summarily punished.
    Girls who passed this challenge were tested even more stringently and given an