POV. Alexander"Stay tuned, Elmo loves to play dirty," I speak through the communicator.“Yes sir.These summer days are humid and rainfall is recurring. I find myself in the car, waiting for the Italian. I'm supposed to be there already, waiting makes me in a bad mood. Patience is not my strong suit. I drum my fingers on the steering wheel, counting every second.Just when I'm about to believe that this unfortunate man has deceived me, a black sports car appears. From this the Suited man gets out, behind comes a truck from which four armed men get out. No wonder he came safely. I abandon the convertible, standing next to the door."Mr. Ferreti," he greeted dismissively."Mr. Konstantinov, the last time we met, you were just a piccolo," he comments, slipping a hypocritical smile."I also remembered him when he was younger, but the years don't pass in vain," I point out.Who does this damn decrepit old man think he is?Shit! How can Amber sleep with a guy like that?“Let's get to the p

I'm in the room, combing my hair. The routine bores me, and I don't find much to do here. The last few days Aleksander has been conspicuous by his absence, it is likely that he is in my country, that alerts me. Konstantinov is shown as a prestigious executive, upright, perfectionist and demanding, but his employees do not know that he is a real murderer, I do not blame them for being unbelievers, who would believe that a gangster could look so good in a suit and tie? Verónika told me about it, even angry about what happened with her partner, she told me about Aleksander's two sides; I have heard of deaths these days, it is not a surprise, it is the most common thing that happens in a world like this. Dimitri, Amber and a couple of men murdered by the Ferreti mafia. That last name sounds familiar, I remember hearing it before or it is common and so I have immediately associated it with someone I may have seen.I'm braiding my hair, I need to put the plan in motion, maybe I can make it

Verónika appears with a pale pink coat, brown leather boots, two more pieces of clothing that when she hands me over I can see that it is a wool shirt and jeans. There is also a scarf and gloves for the cold. When she connects with me, a smile of hers crosses her lips, I match it with the same sincerity that she transmits the gesture that she has dedicated to me. Something so common that people do such as going out, walking and walking around the world, in my circumstances, as well as an incentive for living evil, which is a miracle from heaven.I can't believe it, surely neither can she."Let me comb your hair, will you?" “She offers herself. Like a little girl, I nod excitedly. Then she go get dressed, Luna.“Thank you so much.I go into the bathroom and put everything on, looking at myself dressed like this makes me remember moments of my life in the past. I feel like I'm recovering a part that I thought was lost. I return to the room, the admiration of the Russian woman makes me a

Knock knock... Knock knock...I open my eyes, who is knocking at the door? Nobody does it, anyone comes and goes as they please without asking permission. So it's strange to hear that tapping.I blink, yawn, and stretch my limbs. How much have I slept? Sure hours.I get up, I can't even look out the window and find out if it's nightfall or if morning has already arrived. I have it strictly prohibited.“Luna, are you there? “She says, still sleepy, I try to find the owner of that voice.How could I open? The door is secured. Plus I'm only wearing a nightgown.“Dominic?“Exactly, good morning, Aleksander says that you should come down for breakfast “he informs, I cannot measure the degree of perplexity.It just doesn't occur to me that they are inviting me to eat with them. But I remember that Dominic is there, so he will keep up the charade, all to make him believe that I am a friend, not the captive that he takes advantage of whenever he wants.That is to say that the young man is not

Going up the stairs Alena intercepts me. Those honey eyes that preserve kindness, despite everything, silently stare into mine. So much mystery it brings puts me on the verge of confusion.It is the same angelic face that I had compassion for, I helped him. Because I still have the same feeling so I have been flexible with her.“What are you going to tell me?“Aleksander, are you going to eat?I bet you wanted to ask something else.“No, has Luna already eaten? “I return, narrowing my gaze.“No, I'll bring you lunch right away, with your permission.I frown, why so mysterious? I resume the ascent, I hurry, at the top I take out the key from the door and insert it in the lock. I go inside the bedroom, I find her on her back, sitting in an Indian position, I sigh when I see her. She is like a caged bird, she doesn't fly, she doesn't even flutter.“Luna,” I call his attention.I can tell he tenses as he turns and notices me. Her lifeless face does not look at me."I don't feel well," she