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Anastasia Lenkov wants to live a normal life as a nurse after escaping her old, brutal life. But her past keeps catching up with her. She is on the run from the Russian mafia, because her father, the boss, will n...
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Warm sunlight peeked out from between the curtains and was already shining into my bedroom. I had been sitting in the same position on the bed for hours, pensively watching the sun slowly replace the moon in the sky.
I heard voices outside my door. Guards. That should mean that Antonio was not there, I noticed long time ago that he had people placed outside my door when he was not in this part of the villa.
I heard their voices, how they whispered in the night, how they talked about the most senseless things, while I never left my sitting position on the bed.
The only movement I did all those hours was blinking every now and then, which reminded me of still being in the real world.
I remembered something.
I remembered something from my past, something I never wanted to think about again.
Antonio didn't hear the whole story. He heard the part of the story I wanted him to hear.
The pity in his usually emotionless grayish eyes grew and I couldn't have stood it any longer.
I had not told him the end of the story.
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Blood ran down my ear and dripped from my face onto the cold floor.
Several men held me down on the stone floor and made sure that I wouldn't be able to escape my fate. The cold air in the cellar where they had dragged me was unbearable.
I didn't fight back, I didn't make any sound and let it pass over me until he pulled the tip of the knife out of the fresh wound again.
My chest rose and fell as I looked up at one of the most feared men in the world. My teeth were clenched painfully to suppress the pain caused by the wound.
"It's just a little wound. Make sure no one sees it." He stared at me, bored. "Never forget that the next time you're thinking about fucking up a mission."
I was not allowed to show any emotions, especially in front of him.
Disappointment was evident on my father's face as he looked down at me deprecatingly, "Ty pozorish' reputatsiyu nashey sem'i, doch'. Chto podumayut lyudi, kogda uznayut, chto ty ne mozhesh' vypolnit' dazhe takuyu prostuyu missiyu?"
