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EXTERNAL POV:   -KIEV, UKRAINE-

The phone rang and the woman first looked at the ID call and then answered, knowing what that was about. She had been waiting for that information with almost growing impatience, but she knew patience was the key and that was the reason she kept everyone working for her under a strict iron fist. If they were going to lose their minds and act harshly, things would blow right in their face and all of what had been achieved in the past year would be wasted.

“Have you got something?” The woman enquired as she walked to the window and gazed the dark city living out there.

“Yes, there is an interesting weak spot to use.”

The satisfied smiled forming on her beautiful face reflected the matching feeling as her mind immediately thought of the best way to get her personal revenge. And the best way to exploit it under different circumstances, because everything could be used more than once, precisely when it was needed.

“Very well and what is it? Family? Girlfriend?”

“Not exactly girlfriend, but a girl he seems to love. I have observed them together one day and yes, he certainly seems in love with that girl.”

The woman chuckled humourlessly and looked at her shining red nails, swinging her long hair behind her shoulders, as the city shun of evening lights and cars crowded the streets of Kiev.

“Love, something that never bothered me. In any of its pathetic and useless form.”

“May I ask you why not dealing with a bullet? I could do the job in a matter of a second.”

“I know, but it would not be interesting. You see, this person tried to pull back right in the middle of some important business and almost stalled all the dealings because he had a sudden change of mind, which changed once more pretty soon, from what I have heard.”

And let’s not forget that man deliberately dared to turn her down when she felt in the right mood and chose him to entertain her for the staying in that boring country. That little cockroach was going to pay for this and in the worse way. He would witness what it meant to dare refuse her...yes, and witness what could be done to his precious little princess. Of course only when the right moment to use that card would present, not before, not after. Only in the right time.

“Have you collected all the information we need?”

“Not yet, but I will in a matter of a day or two. Do not doubt it.”

“Oh I know; you will not fail me. I want them as soon as possible.” She laughed, an empty and devious sound. The sound of snake intent to devour its own prey. “And the other job?”

“Will be completed in a matter of maximum three days.”

“Very well. Call me when everything is done and dealt with, understood?”

“Yes.”

The conversion ended and heavy silence suddenly fell on everything, even on the busy city that reflected nothing but empty and distant lights darting away and dissolving in the dark night, right down at her feet. She was the type of woman that would force everything work in her way and that was what she was scheming for. Men were good only to be used, because that is what they were made for; nothing more.

He dared to try to pull back from this huge deal and for a moment even another one had a doubt and it almost cost the entire operation, but money was always the most persuasive argument. She could use this card and precious information for other reasons; she smiled gazing at the city at her feet as she thought about that, but then her eyes suddenly hardened at the unpleasant memory of that affront. Not enough, he clearly refused to entertain her. Well enough the other had been more than obliging. She brushed her long blonde hair and gazed once more out of the window, then the cell phone rang in her hand and when she answered, she sighed as her feet took her to the spacious and baroque bedroom.

“What is it?” Her voice answered rather displeased, as they had no plans to meet in the evening. He wasn’t the best lover, but he was rough and yes, satisfying when she felt the need to have quiet and useful company.

“We have a problem with those dogs and you might want to say something to your precious pet, because they are seriously getting on my nerves. They demand for more and I just wish to open their filthy throats.” She laughed at that and again the sound of it would make your blood freeze in your veins.

“Then give it to them. Who cares, we are going to take it back once this will be over. We will crush and get rid of them as it’s done with cockroaches.”

“It’s not so easy, as you put it. They have initiatives that are getting dangerous. Those bastards could spoil the entire operation and that was why I never wanted to deal with them.”

“Oh please, they are doing the entire dirty job for you and that other pathetic son of mine.”

“I’d be careful with your words, if I were you, because we all stand in the same boat, you got it?” The man, Ruslan, hissed in menace and warning, as he was about to have enough of being ordered around by a woman, be it a good fuck or not. Her son was even better in being fucked and at least created less problems. All he wanted was to get rid of that son of a bitch of Roman and then eliminate that other bastard, Anton, so he could take the place he deserved since day one. All of this plotting wasn’t his thing, but he wasn’t going to take shit by anyone, and especially not from a woman.

She tightened the grip on the phone as she listened to his words and then decided to let it go. It was impossible to manage everything alone and conclude the deal without him; she needed him ad could not afford to lose his service. Ruslan was the perfect man to be placed there and then manoeuvred as she pleased, once they would get rid of those useless things called son a husband.

“Keep them under control and if they dare too much, do as you please. We cannot risk it because of their greediness.” She heard Ruslan sigh and curse under his breath and then pause a moment.

“What if those dealers are playing a double game?”

She laughed more and tilted her head behind, the long wavy blonde hair dancing on her back as that poisonous laughter filled the room.

“Do you really believe they would be this stupid? Risking an international war with my husband? And I have something to use for them.” Greediness and suspicion, if well manoeuvred and used, could be very explosive.

“The boss thinks a war is already out there with the Chechens and I won’t rest assured until I have the head of that bastard. He’s too dangerous and so is that other son of a bitch. And I know what you are up to. What if they find out? What if they’ll get pissed about that and call it out?”

“Then deal with him now and let’s get over with this. And concerning the problem of an international war, if they are so stupid to underestimate us at such level, let them. They will deal with my husband and then later, when everything will be settled, with Danila. As for your petty concern, do not worry. I have everything planned. He almost blew it up when he was about to pull back and do you have an idea what that could have cost us?”

“You seem too sure.” He snorted annoyed.

“You are being too scared lately and I do not like it one bit.” She replied immediately with stiff and venomous voice.

Ruslan went to answer her, but the conversation suddenly turned off and she first stared at the phone outraged for the received treatment, and then simply dropped the object on the nearest chair and decided to go for a long hot bath. She will deal with that another time, as Ruslan was too useful for her.

Now something else was more important; her Danila was waiting for her tonight and he had special plans for the evening, while probably her husband would waste his night fornicating with some of his whores. She smiled like a lethal and intriguing siren as a thought passed her mind: as soon as everything would be over, she would take care of all of those bitches and see to settle them in far more lucrative and productive business.

What was that conversation about? Who were the persons mentioned? Malicious and cold silence was wrapping its cruel fingers around the throat of destiny, in the intent to twist it...what was about to happen?

ENNA POV:   -DUBLIN, IRELAD-

Roman had left that Saturday morning and my heart had sunk since then. After he left, dad insisted to report Michael to the Garda and so we went and carried on with that, but unfortunately it solved very little, just like Roman had predicted. They questioned why I didn’t report immediately and I said the shock of what happened did not let me decide and think properly and after seeing my bruises and knowing the history of that, they stopped asking further questions. Dad almost threw the entire Garda station upside-down as the conclusion of everything, due to Michael’s lawyer’s intervention and his nauseating skills in faking real regret, was for him to pay a rather conspicuous fine and sign a paper where he formally declared the intention of keeping a distance from me of at least four meters.

It was nothing compared to what could have happened if Roman didn’t show and save me. I felt terrible, because as we exit the Garda station, Michael walked close to me a moment, the moment where my father was checking on something, and whispered it was not over. I regretted reporting him, because it was true that nothing changed and actually only worsened the situation, however understood it was a right thing to do. They needed to be aware of the problem it actually represented, and not just in my case. My father had been sure that with such evidences they would have thrown him in prison, but apparently it was not enough, as it was just a minor offense and his lawyer had been extremely skilful in bargaining the least penalty.

I opened the door after coming back from work and dad welcomed me with a smile, but I was not really able to do the same. It was already Wednesday and Roman had not yet come back, and the feeling deep down in my heart and guts was not helping me. It was hunting me almost to insanity as last night I had another nightmare about him and I woke up once more crying and completely drenched in cold sweat. Where was Roman? Where was my love and soul? He said he would be back at the latest by Tuesday, but it was already Wednesday and, knowing him, it was not a good sign.

I tried to call Cillian as I needed a friend, and he showed up at work, taking me out for lunch; he seemed tired and I wondered what there was with him, because since last week it was obvious something was on his mind and his attitudes were different. There was something that left me uneasy and it was beginning to really worry me, as nothing of the sort ever happened with my best friend. I calmed down once I reached work in the afternoon and Priya had been a real sweetheart. It must be the tension and worry I felt for Roman; of course, no other explanation, and such worry, almost suffocating and strangling, was turning my nerves and senses overly sensitive, making me feel things that did not exist.

Dear me, I was aware of the promise my love made me and I was fully aware of his life and what he had to do, but how could I stay calm and simply wait? Of course worry and anxiety solved nothing, I knew that perfectly, but how could I really calm down and pretend nothing could happen? I didn’t want to take that in consideration, but what if...? I shook my head and dropped on the couch, as dad brought me a cup of tea.

“You need one, son.” A tired smile formed on my lips and he sat beside me, placing a hand on my head as he used to do when I was a kid. “And you need to relax, or else you’ll completely ware yourself out. He’s a man capable of taking care of himself, Enna.”

“I know dad, but I love him and...and it is already Wednesday.” I sighed and tried to sip some tea.

“Enna, you must calm down. That man, Roman, is a professional and I can guarantee you that he really is one. And he seems someone that doesn’t make promises just to give air to his mouth; he meant what he said. Yeah, he’s a thug and for God’s sake, did you really have to fall in love with such man?” I widened my eyes and stared at him without saying a word, as my expression spoke enough. He softly smiled and caressed my head. “Do you blame for saying this? You would be the same if you were in my shoes.” I knew he was right and I simply shook my head, because of course I didn’t blame him. “But son, that man loves you and he’s indeed ready to give his life for you. When he left, on Saturday, he basically apologised to me for that happened with that bloody, fucking bastard of Michael.”

I sort of chuckled as he cursed at his name, because he was really upset by everything that happened.

“That was silly of him, because there was nothing he could do to avoid it. It is my problem and I should be the one being able to solve, without involving him.”

“I know, but he did really feel responsible and I understand him, Enna. I feel the same. I should have done more; I should have done something else, I don’t know...We will go talk to a lawyer next week and see if there is something else to do. This time that vermin dared to hit you and there must be something to do.”

“Dad, please, I’m just so tired right now and I want you to stop feeling responsible for that. It was my mistake, because I should have let go of him immediately, right when my instinct screamed at me “danger!”, but no, I had to try and see it myself.”

“The problem is that stalking is not treated as a serious problem and threat, but it bloody is.” He groaned as he let out a rather angry exhale. “Bloody tools, always to wait for someone to actually being hit before doing something useful.”

“Please calm down, ok? Getting angry does not solve anything and really, I am tired. I think I will go to sleep right after dinner. Now, let me cook something.” I gave him a more convincing smile and then stood on my feet going to the kitchen. Cooking would help me to relax a moment and put my mind at ease. Well, at least I hoped the illusion of it would work just a little bit. “And dad?” I asked as I opened the fridge and decided on what to make for dinner. “When are you going back home? You have been staying here since Saturday and I know you have work there to do.”

“Are you saying I’m bothering you, son?”

“I do not even answer your silly question.” I said rolling my eyes and taking out a pan from the cupboard. “You really should go back, as you have nothing to worry. Ciara is here and so are my friends.” I shook my head thinking about my sister, because she barged in here on Saturday after dad called her and oh dear me, she almost drove me completely out of mind of her hyper worrying. Ciara had been actually amusing in the way she went on about how she fancied to strangle and beat Michael, given she was skinnier than I was.

“Speaking of your sister, I might have invited her over for dinner.” My father said as he stopped right beside me, giving me a rather apologetic look.

“Dad! Why didn’t you tell me that before?” And in that moment the door bell rang. “It must be her.” I sighed and told him to go open the door.

Please, do not get the wrong impression, because I loved my little flea with all my heart and she was not just my younger sister, but like my twin sister and best friend. But tonight I was overly exhausted and I needed some quiet and time alone, and Ciara was not the quietest company ever.

“Brother of mine!” As I said, she wasn’t the most quiet and calm company, but very hyper and loud, however, very cheerful and loving. She jumped on my back and kissed my cheek. “How are you? I missed you and I’m so glad to have dinner with you and dad, and oh! What a great idea! We should do it more often. What you think daddy? And next time I’ll introduce you my new girlfriend.” I think there was no need in describing our father’s face at that news, as he simply shook his head and sighed.

“Yes princess, next time I’d love to meet your new girlfriend.”

She hopped down of my back and jumped on my dad’s neck.

“You’re the best daddy ever. Like Enna is the best brother ever. I love you both soooo much!”

I giggled and my father smiled and hugged her back.

“We love you, too, Ciara. I love you both with all my heart, too.”

I had eventually convinced dad to leave in the morning, as he really had nothing to do here and I knew he had a few things to take care of at home. Michael was not going to show up, he had an order of restriction, and then a shoulder and wrist still dislocated. And however, living barricaded was not the solution. It was silly to think to spend every day in company of someone, because it was not possible and not practical; I agreed to meet that lawyer he was talking about and see what could be done with this problem.

In the end I was happy Ciara came for dinner because thanks to her and dad’s presence I managed to calm down and had a good night sleep. I trusted Roman and so pulled myself together and decided to straighten my shoulders and simply think about his words and promise. Roman would come back to me, no matter what. I knew it.

I just prayed with everything I had in me for him to come back safe and unharmed. I prayed nothing would happen to him, because he was my life. I prayed for everything to be over soon, but deep down my heart I knew it would not be over any time soon.

I sighed and then pinched my cheeks.

“Enna, stop this, because it is not helping anyone. Roman will be back. Be strong for him and pray for him.”

That was right.

I had to stay strong and simply wait for him.

ROMAN POV

Since the missed meeting days had passed and I have led that hit-man sent after me away from Dublin. I wanted to check on Sergey and see myself whether he was still alive or not, but I judged better not to; it would mean lead the hit-man to Dublin a second time and it was something to prevent. It was absolutely out of question. Enna lived in Dublin and right now I had become more wary and alerted then before. Of course nothing related my angel to me, as I had always paid extra care and attention and made sure nobody saw my face, but this was deeper than expected and taking extra precautions was the only logical solution to follow. And I never expected that man, Cillian, to be involved. It was something that could complicate everything, because it was clear they have been alerted about my presence and no doubts they made sure to give detailed description of me.

This cat and mouse game with this hit-man had gone on for too long and today I decided to end it. We had a few exchanges where he tried to take me down, but obviously taking down Roman with the stars was not that easy and he will have to do more than that. I would not tolerate half-assed games.

As I said, kill or be killed.

That was how it worked for me.

And that was why I drove into the country and made sure that man was right behind me; we reached the Northern borders and very little was around. What I did not like was the fact he openly pursued me without doing anything and I was beginning to think the order was to take me alive. Yes, that was probably the order he received, but he will have to review his plan, because either he killed me or I killed him. However, I never took the first option in consideration and that was another reason I waited before coming out and having him follow me. I had to prepare before in the way I had in mind.

Right after the meeting was over, I managed to disappear from him, so to trigger his pride and will to show me of what he was made of; it was a risky bet, because for all I knew, he could be a perfect professional that would let nothing disturb his concentration, but there was a chance and I decided to exploit it. Without doubts it was Ruslan that hired him and I well knew how his mind worked; he wasn’t good at judging people and went for the faster solution every time.

If there was an important job to be done, I would never leave it in the hands of another person. Trust was not a magic word for me. Do it yourself if you wanted it done in the right way. I believe Sergey was dead and with all chances, so was his woman. It was not fair, yes, but it was how things worked in our world and weak spots were exploited in every possible way. That was why I decided to disappear from Dublin until I had dealt with this matter.

I thought about what Anton told me and hoped he was fine, because if they were to take him down, boss would be really exposed. However, my friend wasn’t a naive bastard and will know how to arrange everything.

For a day I debated whether let my angel know about his friend, but it would be wrong and unfair. How could I say it to him, which explanation could I offer? First of all it was not the moment now for that because it could be risky for both of us, and secondly, it would hurt my Enna too much. It was a hard choice and both possibilities were wrong and right at the same time, as none of them really was absolutely right. I judged best not saying anything, as it seemed the most optimal solution given the circumstances. My angel loved his friend as a brother and aside that, it would mean involving him with details and more; it was too dangerous to talk and what if he asked questions? What if things would turn more complicated and police would be involved? There were too many “what if” and thus my decision was the best I could think of at the moment.

First let’s take care of this hit-man and then I would decide which move to choose for later. Right then I got tired of this and decided to make the first move to get rid of this annoyance. I had to get back to Enna and then talk to his father; explaining something to that man would be probably the best solution. But this one here first and I had some questions, too.

I pulled the car to the side and got out of it, closing the door and observing what that other man was doing from the mirror; he wanted to play and have fun in hunting me, was it? Too bad I had no time for games and more important matters to take care of.

The gun with a silencer was solid in my hand, just as the knife was ready at my side. I quickly looked around and found the right spot: there was the beginning of what could be called small forest, as this country seemed rather bared and flat. I quickly darted there and I knew that man would be right behind me in a matter of seconds.

The air had grown cold and the sky very dark with heavy and grey clouds, and the freezing wind reminded me of the one in Kiev when it was about to snow. I have always liked the snow and the peaceful quietness it brought with his candid flakes; it was like being with my angel, but my love was warm and had a sweet and inebriating scent that had captured my heart and soul, and his smile would take me everywhere.

I belonged to my angel; yes, I did. He was the holder and owner of my soul, heart and life.

The freezing wind grazed my skin, but all I did was breathing calm and steadily. Something on my neck tickled and the air around me thickened and charged; it was about to come and I knew it. I felt it. My hand strengthened the grip on my gun and closing my eyes I took another deep and calm breath.

The first silenced bullet pierced the air and it was the signal the final act had begun.

I ducked to the side and slid behind a tree, to get a look at the hit-man’s position; I knew who that killer was and I knew how his sadism made him famous; he particularly enjoyed leaving a personal signature after his job, something that I did not understand, because it only attracted unnecessary attention. No more doubts about Sergey and his girlfriend, yes. The hit-man here was another reason why someone like Ruslan did not deserve the stars.

He fired another bullet and yes, he wanted me alive judging by the trajectory of it; I peeked from the tree and answered with a couple of shots, but he dodged them and a cursed filled the air.

“You think I would quietly let you have your way with me?” I asked in Ukrainian, knowing he would understand me.

“I had my way with you until now.” He answered and I drily chuckled.

I took the right risk and an evil and cold smile drew on my lips.

“You are wrong; I had my way with you until now.”

And in that moment I sprang out and aimed to hit him straight to his forehead, but the first bullet disappeared in brunches and leaves as he swiftly bent down right on time, however not so fast to avoid the second one that sank into his arm, right as his bullet grazed my cheek. I darted to another tree and smirked more.

“I have been told you are a tough one, Roman with the stars.”

“And I know who you are.” I replied and then caressed the knife strapped at my side. “Let us make it more entertaining. I want answers and either you kill me or I kill you.”

“I have no answers for you.”

“I believe you do mistake in this.”

I lowered myself on the ground and rolled over as my gun shot several hits to that man, none of them aimed to kill him, just as he did the same. I wanted him alive as I needed a couple of answers; more likely, I wanted to confirm what I already knew. Another bullet grated my arm, but just slashed the jacket, while a second one effectively penetrated my flesh and muscles and I cursed annoyed, as blood spilled down. His hiss and curses reached my ear and had me understand my shots went on target.

I didn’t like this surround and so I jerked up and ran to the side, deepening into that small forest; I spotted something to another side and I reckoned trees were already clearing their ways and so dodging more silenced firing, my eyes caught sight of an abandoned construction, maybe a cottage, maybe something else. It did not matter; it was what I was looking for. Being in the open was not the best idea, but at least here we involved nobody and we attracted no attention; that would be perfect, as I planned to get rid of guns and solve the matter with my knife.

He guessed my intention, because he fired more and then tried to overtake me, so I turned facing him and aimed at his leg; the gun fired and in that moment his fired too. I made it on time to barely avoid it as it grazed my side and slashed the fabric of the jacket; same happened to him and he laughed out loud. Another dark and sinister smirk formed on my lips as we stood in front of each other, the barrels of our guns at one another’s chest.

“You are done.” He said and I simply stared at him breathing calmly.

“You are the done one.” I said as my eyes pierced his dark ones a brief moment, as the air between us went colder and tenser.

A single flake of snow slowly danced in front of our eyes and then caressed the barrels of our guns and silently slipped away.

And in very fast move I took the risk to twist around as suddenly grabbing his fist and shooting at his foot; his gun dropped and I took the moment of advantage to stub his thigh in just one go. He grunted in pain and hissed something in a language vaguely familiar, but let him no time to properly think.

Before he could react, I swap him down with my leg and elbowed his nose, a rivulet of blood slowly rolling down. He twisted around, of course used to pain, and went to catch his weapon and in the fighting that followed that, he managed to fire twice, but they went wasted. He pulled out the knife as he was lying face down on the ground and trying to roll on his side, he almost got me, but I avoided it making it slip on my arm, almost feeling the cold blade on my face. I under-hooked his arm and twisted, neatly breaking his elbow.

It was not that easy however, as he crawled his other arm under his body and the barrel of the gun faced me as a bullet almost hit my side. The hit-man went to fire more, but I reacted faster by rolling on my side and dragging him with me; another bullet exploded in the air and a blade sank into flesh, as blood oozed out fresh and warm.

Snow began to silently fall down from the grey and heavy sky and everything dropped in complete quietness. Not a sound could be heard.

Yes, not a sound but our struggling and the silenced firing, the crackling of the ground and death leaves and broken brunches.

Blood spilled out without breaking that sacred silence from my leg and the man now struggling in my arms breathed roughly and frantically; I was almost choking him with my forearm, as he tried to get rid of my grip by stabbing my leg, but pain was not really working with me. I realized it didn’t really work with him, too, but compressing his throat would be quite convincing.

“Answer my question.”

“I have no answers for you.”

“I know Ruslan sent you, but I want to know who else is there with him. Speak.” I ordered, but of course he said nothing and struggled out of my grip, almost succeeding. Almost.

I should have known and simply kill him immediately. No professional would ever utter a sound about his job, but this man here was no professional or else he would have dealt with a man like me differently. I wonder how he gained such fame, but it did not concern me, but yes, something enraged me. What enraged my pride was thinking that Ruslan believed possible to eliminate me with this one; he was underestimating me and he would pay the price.

More snow silently fell down from the sky and touched my skin, confused with the blood on the ground.

“You are dead, Roman with the stars.” He hissed too boldly as he almost chocked for oxygen, his hand moved to the right and took hold of my gun, pointing it at me.

“You are dead.” I said and two sounds followed my words.

The quietened explosion of a bullet and the faint snapping and cracking of bones.

ENNA POV

It was Friday and a week already passed and I heard nothing from Roman; as much as I told myself to stay calm, I couldn’t. Worry was now confusing with anxiety, dread of losing him and this feeling I had deep in my guts telling me something was not as it was supposed to be. What if something had gone wrong? What if something unexpected happened? What if... I sighed a closed my eyes a moment, letting my arms hug my body. Where was Roman? I wanted to see him, I wanted to know that he was fine and...I sighed more and shook my head. Calm down, Enna. Calm down for Roman. He will be back and soon.

I gazed outside of the tall glass door of the salon and saw the sky heavy with looming clouds and it all seemed a thick and cold cover where no sun could possibly penetrate; it was already beginning to darken and my heart sank lower. I didn’t want for the day to end and get dark. I wanted to see the sun and a clear sky. A shiver ran down my spine and I trembled as my eyes kept looking at that grey sky, for then seeing something little and soft dancing in front of my eyes on the other side of the door.

“It is snowing...” I whispered, touching the cold glass and searching for more snow flakes.

I have always liked the snow and it was not very common here in Dublin, so it surprised me and then I remembered what Roman told me. He loved the snow and said it reminded him of me, pure, delicate, peaceful, serene and something that did not belong of this world. But I belonged of this word and I belonged to Roman.

I let my eyes wander more over the glass and tilted my head up, seeing more flakes slowly falling down and melting on the street. It would be very nice to see the snow with my love; it would be very nice to walk under the snow with his arm tightly and warmly around my shoulders.

Where was Roman? Where was my soul?

Another chilling shiver ran down my spine and this time had me almost gasp; it was cold and almost painful and I felt as if something had carved inside of me, as if something had shot me right in my chest. My body shivered more strongly and I harshly bit my lower lip as I felt something crawling up my throat. My hands trembled and then came to my mouth to shut it, because I was about to cry out.

“Roman..” I barely whispered.

Author's chit-chat:

Yes, things are getting more complicated and dangerous as I anticipated in my other chit-chat. What are your thoughts about this chapter and about the first part, the one concerning the external POV? Any idea? We also got some answers here.

Did you like the fact both Enna and Roman saw the first flake of snow at the same time? Did you understand the title of the chapter?

As for the hit-man, I believe Roman has answered a question/point made from a reader of mine. It's been planned like this since before, a way to show the contrast and Ruslan's personality.

Well, honestly hope you enjoyed the chapter, so let me know! Updating soon next week, hopefully.

Until next time.