Assassin's Bride Chp2

                                    

                                          
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♥When the moon, after covering herself with darkness as in sorrow, at last throws off the garments of her widowhood, she does not at once expose herself impudently to the public gaze; but for a time remains veiled in a transparent cloud, till she gradually acquires courage to endure the looks and admiration of beholders.♥
                          
♥ Twenty one years later ♥
                          
*Cloud*
                          
I traced the old coffee table with my index finger, picking up a thin trace of dust. Brushing the dust off on my duster coat I walked around the table toward the broken fireplace, the woods popped and crackled, warming the freezing cottage. This place reeked of goat piss and tobacco making it intolerable to stand for a minute. The frost windows were barely standing, I was sure a strong wind would blow them away with ease. The rug I was standing on was coated with dirt and burnt tobacco sprinkled everywhere. A muffling sound seized my attention, turning around my eyes fell upon the man tied on the chair.
                          
"Oh Alexander there is no prerequisite for the gag," I waved my hand, dismissing the thought. Alexander gave a nod, but delivered a bone cracking punch to the Russian's face who in return coughed blood on his dirty floor. 
                          
"I was just contemplating, what is the leader of a Russian Mafia clan doing all alone in a cottage in Siberia?" I quizzed in Russian, looking at Boris who swallowed in fear. 
                          
"Nothing just a vacation," Alexander chuckled at his reply. 
                          
"Um yes indeed vacation, it is an exceedingly good time to go on a vacation where there is nothing but snow over hundred miles," I mocked, throwing the Russian art book on the floor Boris was reading, before I arrived. Giving my back to Boris I examined the cottage; it was in a very mediocre state, not what you can expect from a mafia leader. This only proves Boris was seeking concealment in this rotten hole in order to hide from me. 
                          
"You want me to kill him?" Alexander asked in a threatening voice making me smile. 
                          
"Yes you will, but first Boris has some questions to answer," I turned around to see them again. 
                          
"I do not know what you are talking about ubiytsa," he denied. 
                          
"Ublyudok," Alexander barked, hitting Boris in the head. 
                          
"I think you do," I said walking to where he was, and then bend low so our faces were on the same level. "Where is Malcolm?" he blinked few times as tears of utter fright rushed inn. 
                          
"I do not know," I grit my teeth and sighed, taking that as a sign, Alexander began his task. I took a step back watching as blood poured from Boris's fresh wounds. 
                          
"Malcolm is the only source you clean your dirty and drug trafficking in my country. You are well aware of his schedules now I will ask you one last time," I whispered raising his defeated head with my gloved hand. "Where. Is. Malcolm?" 
                          
"You will never find him," he spat. 
                          
"Very well," I growled then looked up at Alexander, "Kill him," 
                          
"With pleasure," he smiled drawing out his long knife. 
                          
I walked away not rapt in what my fellow assassin was doing, before getting out of the door something halted me. "You think finding Malcolm is unchallenging and effortless, you are wrong boy! Malcolm was your master, is your master and shall always be your master," Boris rasped.  
                          
I looked over my shoulder, "You always fail to recall, student surpasses the master," were my last words before leaving the cottage and stepping in to the deadly cold.