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NikolaiI raise the hammer and bash it into the right kneecap of the man I had caught going through files in my office five days ago. He should have known better than to think I would leave anything important there. I had dedicated days to watching him but it did not reveal who he was working for, and I normally was not a very patient man, especially when it came to traitors. While I loved the element of surprise, his time was up.His scream is muffled by the cloth I had stuffed in his mouth. But I hear the sound of his kneecap crack through his scream I almost flinch. Ouch, that must have hurt. “We have been here for just a few minutes and I can already guarantee you'd never be able to use your left arm and right leg.” I glance towards the mess his left arm has become. Yeah, he definitely won't be using it again. “Now that you understand the consequences of your actions you may speak to me. Who sent you?” I gently tug on the material that had been stopping him from speaking.“Pleas

NikolaiIt goes without saying that there was no opening of any covered face that night or the nights that followed.In the grand scheme of things, everything played out nicely. Everyone went to bed, not because they lost consciousness, and I did not escort myself to the afterlife because I had hurt my mother. Again. So I’d say it was very splendid. I curse my father’s strong genes that made me out to look like him, rage gathering in my chest as I clench my fists, I feel the need to hunt down the bastard and kill him again. How I wish we could raise the dead. Irena had planted certain thoughts in my mind that I had spent years running from, and the seed was taking root. I was thinking about what might never be able to happen. What if my mother sees my face and does not die or pass out again or decide to run away from me completely and we are able to finally be a family? You know thoughts should never even have found its way to the comfort of my mind.I shake my head slightly, like it

Nikolai You would have thought because there was a crowd I would have placed a light kiss on her lips and be done with it, so I could have at the very least blamed it on my curiosity. You would have thought wrong. In that kiss I claim Vera as mine in the eyes of everyone present. I pressed her flush against every inch of me glad she had not chosen one of those large elaborate dresses to wear. I allow my lips to learn the curve of hers and what she likes. I realise she could be a very fast learner, but if she had to be learning, she probably had never been kissed before. Kissing Vera could become very addictive, so I should probably never do it in public again. As I separate us from each other, the look in her eyes lets me know she had basked in the kiss just as much as I had. It made me realise two things. I would be kissing Vera again, and I would be doing it very soon. The public be damned. “I would like to introduce you to my mother.” I tell her as I place my hands on her waist

Nikolai“Boris is dead.” I hear as soon as I pick up the phone from Dimitri. While I was grateful he had died I was rather surprised, he had looked very healthy yesterday. Dimitri sighs and adds “Pavel killed him.”Pavel, another one of the men I worked with, was not a very wise man to offend. Even I stayed out of his way most of the time.“He must have died in a terrible way then.” Pavel had a reputation of killing people in the weirdest places or while they were doing the weirdest things.While I was not happy Pavel beat me to it, I am grateful he was dead. I would simply have liked to be the one that killed any threat that stood in the way of the happiness of any member of Vera’s family. Their happiness would obviously have helped Vera to stay in high spirits.“Of course, Pavel wouldn’t have had it any other way.”“How did he die?” I ask, suddenly very curious.“Pavel blew his head off and left the rest of his body where he met it. On the top of the toilet, some say he was pooping

NikolaiThere were three categories of foolish people I did not like to meet, ever. Number one, people who could not remain loyal. The reason for that is quite obvious, if I could not trust you I would rather you stayed with the other billions of humans that I did not personally know. Loyalty took priority over everything.Number two, people who did not know their boundaries. I did not like people constantly stepping on my toes. I knew the things I could or could not do to other people and I respected that. I simply like to be given the same respect. I only ever push back when I am pushed. Granted, when I push back it is always excessive. But people would never be learning their lessons otherwise. So, it was a necessary evil.And people who could not cover up their tracks after a terrible job done. It was not a terrible thing to mess up a job. It happens to the best of us. Sometimes, things simply spiral out of one’s control so badly, doing a good job might have been impossible. Tha