9
Dima
It’s pitch black out. I’m in the woods outside the cabin being chased by the Feds. I’ve hidden Nikolai in the Land Rover, and I’m leading them away from him, but I’ve lost Natasha. Do they have her? Is she with them?
Fuck, I don’t know!
I run into a clearing and someone throws floodlights on. I skid to a halt, blinded. Out of the glare walks Alex, a g*n in his hand pointed at me.
“Where’s Natasha?” I demand.
“Natasha?” he gives a cruel laugh. “She’s dead. Just like Alyona. You shouldn’t have brought her here.”
