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"Long time no see."
"Fuck you."
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After three years, Alyona finds herself back in New York after fleeing from the memories it left behind. With the killer of her best friend still not brought to justice, Alyona w...
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I'VE BEEN THINKING long and hard.
Since I was fifteen I've been thinking actually. No matter how many times I distract myself or try and force closure on myself - it doesn't work. It doesn't work knowing that out there, in New York, a certain liar and cheat is free.
I can't move on when all I see closing my eyes is fire.
Even if killing him won't fix that - I'll give him something to fear when he closes his eyes as well. It's only fair.
After changing the Ivanov reputation across America and becoming more of a help rather than burden - I've gained quite an amount of respect.
It took three years, but I was able to relocate the remaining Ivanov's and give them better, more fair chances at life. They're scattered across the globe now.
Because of my hard earned respect - I also have many alliances.
Alliances, that with one request, eagerly jump to inform me where a certain red haired boy lurks and resides.
I sling my small carry on over my shoulder as I step off the train, feeling a familiar scent and rush of air.
New York air. Which means urine and smoke.
God, I spent months wanting to come back here - why the fuck was that?
Never mind. I know why.
According to my informant, the person I'm looking for works at a bar called 'Dragon's Fire' - a five star business on the report of my research online.
How he got a job there? I have no idea. Does it matter? Things that don't breathe no longer matter.
Dragon's Fire is a ten minute walk from here. It's placed in a stronger more furnished part of New York. Cleaner. Richer.
In other words; the opposite of New York.
I scan the streets for signs scribbled with the name I'm searching for.
Eventually I find the beloved bar - one decorated in black and dark oak, one with orange and warm lighting - one you'd find in hell. I can imagine Satan ordering a glass of whiskey here. I'd accompany him with some vodka.
When I open the door, the vibes are relaxed. There are only a few people here - no partying, only catching up. It is three in the afternoon to be fair.
I walk with a calculating aura through the bar, eyeing specific people - trying to grasp some sort of recognition for anything. Anything that can help me find him - end him.
'Feeling Good' plays in the background - a cover I recognise by Nina Simone. Liza showed me the song actually. A long time ago when she was talking about what kind of songs she'd play at balls and revels she planned to host.
