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The moment Hedeon steps into the study room, his eyes lands on the brunette in her late thirties sitting on her desk, inspecting the red colour rook in her hand. A sudden headache forms, making him clutch his head with pain as if something in his mind is fighting to break free.
"Play chess with me. It's only fun if I meet a worthy opponent." Nadia speaks with a heavy Russian accent, gesturing at the board of chess with red and white chess pieces laying on the desk in front of her. Her eyes are still glued to the rook in her hands.
"A worthy opponent?" The former supersoldier asks, letting go of his head even though the headache is yet to fade away. "You must be really good at chess."
Nadia finally looks up with a smirk. "Hedeon, you're flattering me."
"If you really want to play against me, I'll play with you." Hedeon shrugs and joins her on the desk. He wonders why the room is only under the minimum protection of two guards.
With a satisfied look, Nadia begins to arrange the red pieces on her side while the former Destroyer adjusts the white pieces into place. "Life is like chess. After you make your move, you should not regret it."
"No regrets. Of course." Hedeon dryly chuckles. "Is that why you wiped out the Smirnovs?"
"Mikhail tried to bring down the redroom with his loving daughter. I had to do something. Nothing personal. I am the one who schemed the plan, every single bit of it. I was the one who ordered you to kill them all." Nadia admits proudly, watching his reactions carefully. "I don't know if you noticed, but your father loved you in his own twisted way. He took care of sweet Antonia for you. He even let you slip out and when you came back, he injected you the supersoldier serum to make you powerful enough to fight back. But power doesn't come out without a struggle."
"I didn't ask for it." Hedeon responds.
"You were proudly embracing it, weren't you?" Nadia smugly points out. "Yelena and Alina. Two valuable people in your life and all their lives are all in my hands. What do you have? Let me make a fair offer. If you give me yourself. I'll let everyone live."
"You'll let them go if I give you myself? Do you mean it?"
"I do mean it. So? Will it be a yes or no?"
"I don't want to."
"Why not?"
"You look like a con artist, that's why. I don't make deals with people like you. I'll take everyone back on my own."
"Since you're too stubborn, feel free to see what it's like to destroy everything you love with your own hands." Nadia taunts with an evil smile passing in the corner of her painted lips. "Now I see it as it is. Antonia was one persistent brat. She got that annoying trait from you."
